POEM: MIGRATION

MIGRATION

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Prison cell, so dank and dark

A cage around a dampened lark

Morning comes and with it, light

But her beak is tied up tight

The day wears on until the night

Bringing with it newfound fright

Until the trembling of the lark

Ruffles feathers in the dark

The wind howls lonely as a wolf

Coming close, a clomping hoof

A snort, a scrape, a heavy breath

The lark assumes a certain death

But winter sometimes likes to jest

Blowing cold past heaving chest

Outside, the stamping of a hoof

Go now, go now, howls the wolf

Feathers stretched by unseen hands

Bars are shrunken into strands

Suddenly the wings are flying

Over mountains, death defying

To the lark the streams are smiling

Tears of joy is what they're crying

Clouds are wispy coloured strands

As she lands in outstretched hands

How blessed am I to see her alive

How I watched her body writhe

Painful ooze of something sanious

Now it's bursting light and radiance

In song described as happiness

Your joy is percutaneous

And now the happy makes her writhe

How blessed is she to be alive