Un-tangled
The bird is caught and sorrow sings
But no one hears her cries of pain
Or sees her blood dilute with rain
A final flap, a gasp of breath
The barbed wire fence her place of death
Where rusted claws grip ever tight
And anchor her from flight
All awhile a wind does blow
And to her rescue it does go
Her soul blown gently rises high
Where all in freedom fly
She sings her song that fills the dawn
And graces every fragile morn
Un-tangled she is spirit heard
No longer... Just a bird
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