in Puget Sound

she can't fly
anymore. her wings are bent
and heavy.
they stand dusty in
the closet.
she's in a cage
now in Puget sound.
a dog, a dozen cats,
a path of flowers
along the way.
he watches her from
the window,
from the door,
he sees every step
she takes.
this time, she stays,
he won't let her
get away.