BIRD HAS FLOWN


Your bird is never gonna fly again.
I mean, just look at her:
cracked, crushed,
she's gone through the crucible,
and, not to be curt,
but at least she 'tweren't killed.


Though, in a way, your bird is dead.
The bird's gone
- from its old ways -
and has emerged as something new.
Something diminished.
Something lacking its natural function.


But do not cry.
Do not weaken.
Accept the end of your bird's flight.
It can learn new skills, maybe.
Like dancing
or singing
or data entry.


It could regain, eventually,
some purpose.
It is not the end of the world.
Well, not for me.
For your bird, though,
it's pretty much over.

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