His Difficult Plight

Feathers strewn across the ground,
Where is his soul? Not to be found,
Slayed only for his wings of flight,
He lost his final difficult plight.

With neck broken he writhed in pain,
Only to feel more again,
Still and defenceless, he started to twitch,
This never was his dying wish.

Closing his eyes, with one last breath,
His little chest fell, succumbed to death.

Feathers strewn across the ground,
Where is his soul? Not to be found,
Slayed only for his wings of flight,
He lost his final difficult plight.

© Christie 2006