Red Focks

Broken Branches Red Focks

The tiny half grown birdling flew away in the wind She crashed in and out of nests strewn with litter And then onto the next nest; An attempt to become at least half of what mother bird had made herself to be Finally flat on the ground, bound by bruises tied up in hand made nooses Tiny; sought strong straight trees for answers Trees; with stepping stone bark Trees; with branches that bent willowy to reach her Trees which beseeched her to stop trying to heal all the other broken winged birds To heal herself; To deal with all the self-inflicted wounds To become in tune with what she wanted, needed, or was fleeing from Tiny, rested, nested, and clearly became aware of the view