Afraid of her own nest
yet, terrified to leave it
nestled in dis-entangled twiney branch and downy discarded feathers
she picks at the surroundings of her beating broken mending heart by finding crumbly morsels of discarded sweetness.
Shuttering light springs into action bouncing off leaves newly green priming for bloom as the pecking order is unwittingly decided for her
She wishes periodicaly there were other wires and vaster
skies of different
ways conjuuring her full throttle a cappella to sing in rising dawn’s celebration
Apologizing for ways of the wire that nature made intended her to be without asking her opinions or suddenly seeing
there is no longer need
for her to apologize for the nature of her shadow.
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