With lazy claw
And curious fang,
It traps your beating chest in playful paw,
leaving you with broken wing.
A diversion,
And away it springs.
Alone, you nestle by a wall,
Feathers black and still.
Your fearful eye scans for threat,
As you pant through open beak.
Hands engulf you.
Your blood is stark against the brown box.
Yet full of fight, you scramble and skip
Till you feel the cool grass
Under your feet again.
You hop away, finding shade,
Eyes and beak alert.
I wish you well little blackbird.
Close your eyes and heal
Or find your peace.
Photo: Derek Braithwaite via Unsplash
I hope it was ok. Nice poem.