Broken Wing Poem by Cee Bea

your broken wing
was a sign

while you tried to,
with all your might
…fight

it made me think of the
similarities

it was not like mama kitty
was hungry
or that the food was not there

and when she found an occasional gopher
I was not bothered

but it was no gopher,
rather a small and lovely yellow finch
soooo scared, willing to to fight
the large one

inside I was devastated at this sight

why is it we do these things?
take when we dont need,
hunt where there is no hunger

I died inside a little
my distant stare grew by measure