Cut Down
A pity few rays left, the sun went dim; Air in a nest, in an abandoned house, grew grim. She knew no reasons of his delay; confused then ever, in silence deadly she lay. Defeated by a comrade or made to a human stew; a malignant fate favoured hir return a chances few. Of the toil it took to build the nest an early spring; the dream to stay one, now lost, did tears bring. Never to return was his cursed flight, basic; Time fragmented, a splint with the nest lay static. A solitary nest & a... Sign in to see full entry.