Brown Penny

But You Promised… April 21, 2012

The day had come, the time had reached
When she, first, outreached.
Standing at the verge of the cliff,
Was a tiny little bird
Scared to fly, scared to glide under the sky
Afraid
Covering her midriff.

Her mother pacified her,
Spreading together her wings,
Asked her to trust the world.
“Believe in the sky,
For it is your haven;
It will always succor you
Whenever you feel you’re lost
In the dense ocean of the mavens.”

She took her first flight,
Tough in trembles,
But mainly to show her mother
That she was old enough,
Independent, without any struggle.
Quailing, initially,
She finally began trusting the sky
She glided and fluttered, without any shy.
She limned patterns and traced movements,
But, maybe her joy wasn’t meant to last more than moments.
There came an Eagle, long eyeing the puny bird,
Clenching her in her mouth, and scampered.
But, soon after, a plucky bird came in the way,
Acted a knight, and salvaged her from the serrated cage.

Injured and wounded,
But, under the knight’s protection and care
She gradually learned to trust the sky again, here.

One day she voiced to the sky,
“Please don’t break my trust this time,
I wouldn’t be able to bear it this time.”
The sky promised to keep her safe,
It was her only harbor, away from any strafe.

The bird swung and flew merrily, gliding through the air,
And two years passed with a single stair.
Now, it was time for her to teach a callow bird
What her mother taught,
Sitting on the same cliff with thought.
Her mother’s thought, her knight’s thought, the sky’s thought.
And suddenly..
A fierce bullet shot her chest,
She lay in blood, struggling with her last breaths.
She groused in pain,
More than that from the shot,
At the sheet of trust being broken again.
She groused in pain, to the sky,
“But, you promised…”