Capability

Well, I’ve been hibernating

Staring at these broken wings

More pitiable, really, than the bush turkey I’ve seen

with one black feathered wing dragging

his shadow shroud, burden unallaying

His feet still work.

The claws that build and tend his mound

take him where he likes to go.

Published by meganporterpoetry

Poet. Writer.

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