songbird

i was once

a delicate bird of song

dainty creature

of the morning light

playing in the tops of trees

but my colors

were too bright

my spirited song too lively

for i had not learned

the art

of camouflage

young instincts unrefined

i didn’t know

that cats could climb

with claws that ripped

right through my tender throat

and tore my voice

from me

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