On a Full Moon
The wings have been torn.
She falls to the ground.
Transformation ensues.
Her agony found.
Thick English ivy
hinders her song.
Now wounded, she's hiding
Like she's done all along.
The enemy's spotted,
at least in the depths
of this infested garden,
Hurt is hard to forget.
Cold winds again blowing.
She's dropped from the sky.
Doubts rising, Fear soaring.
Still yearning to fly.
So, she finds her solution
the way she knows how.
Retreating. Defeating
her disquietude now.
It should have been buried
but she couldn't let it die.
The full moon was out
and maybe that's why.
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