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.
Broken-winged, the bird came down
sad winds could not keep him
from the clawerd’s greedy claw.
Wounded, bleeding, wingless bird,
hear the winds are calling
outside beckon sun and sky.