Paul E. Horsman, Fantasy Auteur
KAATI'S BIRD SONG



Wing-strong, the bird flew out
happy winds would bear him
joyous over barn and field.
Free.




Broken-winged, the bird came down
sad winds could not keep him
from the clawerd’s greedy claw.
Fall.




Wounded, bleeding, wingless bird,
hear the winds are calling
outside beckon sun and sky.
Fly.


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