Antidote

90 | fightless bird

Have you not heard
about the story
of a fightless bird
whose wings are trapped
under a curse
its shadow grew
into a monster,
whose dreams imprisoned
inside a bounded space
and left one cold
night in December

Its tail streaked with gray
powerless it seemed
to the fullest degree
its plumage stained with
an ink of hiraeth
longing to be freed;
longing to flee
whimpering in its most
profound agony.