it's like a bird <br />with red plumes <br />and blue beak and <br />golden claws <br /> <br />its song is <br />heavenly <br />more than an angelic <br />voice <br />of a seraphim's <br /> <br />it is hunted <br /> always hunted- <br /> <br />you can always see it from <br />afar <br /> <br />it can sense the danger of you <br />coming near it <br />to catch it and tell yourself <br />and the <br />other hunters <br /> that <br />you love it <br />so dearly <br />that you will risk your life <br />just to <br />put it in your <br />cage <br /> <br />it hears each step <br /> <br />when you think about <br />a capture <br />it <br />it is finally gone.<br /><br />RIC S. BASTASA<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/alienated-3/
