Feathers gone and beak dust dry
Wailing piteously, about to die.
Blackened body, defeated pose
An air of sorrow with her goes.
But still she does remember when
She was young, way back then.
Her head was once raised high in pride
Her heart once throbbed with glory inside.
She recalls how she used to fly
Soaring up through clouds so high.
Feathers shining like fire bright
Twisting, turning like a kite.
Swifter than the mighty wind
Always free and never pinned.
A streak of scarlet riding on air
A second sun too bright to bear.
Oh! The wonder of those days
Her beauty was enough to amaze.
Like lightning flashing over dark sky
Like golden leaves and cold July.
Now she sits sad and tired
When she was once so admired.
Silent now so frail and old
Once so radiant and so bold.
Taking one last deep breath
Preparing herself for sudden death.
She bursts into glowing flame
Emerges then, finally young again.
*Comments on how to improve this poem would be welcomed.
