sits in a lonesome tree
as she waits for her Caregiver,
as her mother fondly feeds Another.
one crusty worm is thrust at her feet.
she begins to sing
hoping for her mother’s eyes’ gleam.
her song is In Vain
Never again will the bird’s song be the same.
she is competent now.
her feathers are mighty.
her mind is forceful.
despite the years
One Single Thought
Again. and. Again
lacked the pitch to be prasied.