Flight of the Crane
an arrow found its mark and the wounded crane fell from the sky
the crane in her majestic beauty had soared above so high
then as she passed above the trees thinking she was out of sight
an archer’s obsidian-tipped arrow was drawn to her in flight
she fell from the sky, spiraled to the earth, loosing all control
followed by a feather that would slowly fall, pain took its toll
I ran to her side picked her up and cradled her like a foal
with her pure white wing now crimson stained and whispering a cry
knowing then, I had to take her home and save her if I might
to the archer she was just a bird, to me a living soul
Adding your comment:
