Original Poem// My Feathers are Candle Wax

My feathers are candle wax

Fingertips outstretched, much like the bird’s wing
Gently soaring. Flying on high.
Little notes so sweet silently sings
Feathers falling down from treetops at nigh.

A beautiful squawk silencing twilight,
Hushing. The night, welcoming the day.
Coy. Innocent. Struggling with all its might
You watch. You see. Struggle with what may

Become of this helpless creature in your
Small, mighty grip. Light fades out. Candle burning
Wax dripping down. Crying, hitting the floor.
Lifeless body at your feet, you’re yearning.

Fingertips outstretched, smutting a candle
Everything fading that’s how you handle…