Avian Bondage

Plumage of gold and green/

Saturated color, only in dreams/

She flies above my winter bed/

A ribbon tangled round her head/

Beauty’s song is muted now/

Yet so pure and eloquent/

I try to catch her, hold her down/

I need to know what her song meant/

Of Avian Bondage © SusanTMartin’23

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