caught she wants to fly far, across the horizon to the island the island of safety hurt no more the logs flatten on fractured wings struggling in dirt pain, hot scorching beak open no sound gagged by distress gasping struggling to survive squashed helpless, ignored, discarded expendable but the Island is beautiful soft breezes turquoise waters it beckons frantic flapping weakens bloodied feathers thoughts of carefree days summertime home trees in the garden before the violator decimates weaker and weaker the struggling lessens ear splitting roars monstrous machines trunks ripped out like extracted teeth roots dragged bloody with dusty earth metal claws lift and crush tiny bird dumped in a skip decapitated, suffocated, broken worthless she soars high above meandering sands and glittering tides gliding on the Gulf Stream pain and suffering is no more
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