I found love in your blue feathers,
My sweet little flightless angel.
I don't suppose you remember my tears,
as we stole your mastery of the air.
I'm sure you only remember how I held you,
how so remorselessly I let them cut you.
Your grace surgically removed, you stumbled
and I found how much hatred I held for myself.
You are beautiful still, my flightless angel.
Author notes
I was just remembering when we clipped my parakeets wings for the first time in 7 years. Yes, I cried. I held him and sobbed. It was awful. I've never felt so terrible about something so silly before. He's slowly growing his feathers back, but he's easily excitable so they have a tendency to break.
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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This is a great write. I've had to cut flight feathers from parrots too, and I suffered more than they did. I now can't keep birds, prefer to see them flying free.
The emotion was shown here beautifully.
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WOW what a great poem This shines with talent and emotions. very unique.
this. 
Great job here.
delila
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