The first time you left
you flew too soon
fluttered and faltered
before you hit the ground
found haven in a neighbor’s nest
but it never fit and the food was bad
you were pushed out when you complained
your wings were strong so you soared.
Never the ugly duckling, always the beautiful
one, desired and admired but too much freedom
left you scared and you hid away
in a small place under the eaves
of a rotting house,
safer than the open space.
Finally rescued you are now in a cage
reading the small print on the newspaper
failing to spread your wings
refusing to take flight again.
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