Crash Landing Poem by Raven Black

Circling
midnight against an azure sky
wings open wide
watching every
stirring down below

Lifted on the breeze
of forces working unseen
golden sheen
of the sunsets
starlit dreams

The South lands demand
as the North lays claim
and she sees pain
and would fly away
save for the chains

Twisting whirling acrobatics
serve no purpose
bring no reason and make weary
she floats softly
landing

Claws come crashing
feathers flying
she is dieing
bliss
the tears she's crying
grounded trying

Held by the throat
in a feline vice
this is nice
now she is calling
defenses falling

Struggles caught
in urgency
playfully
curiosity
brings on ecstasy...