a new story

her feathers plucked away
without flight, without life,
she lay traumatized, looking up the sky,
wondering about “what’s next?”

his eyes fell upon her;
Naked, blooded, alone
with a gentle nudge
he offered his warm jacket

for a moment, everything stopped,

and then… a new story began..

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