Ambiguous bird what draws you here?
Certainly not the faulty footprints.
Nor the clamor of urban noise.
Your presence looms in the quietness of your poise.
Some have come to track your freedom.
Announcing that they will take…your matters, into their hands.
Bragging to other wasteful matters…
extinction is but a grandstand.
But pecks of truth distort their decay.
I, too, have often stayed flight for fear of falling.
Ambiguous bird, I too, have heard the god’s calling.
In the air…today,
barren beauty of tussled feathered temples.
In the air…divinity made simple.