the short span of freedom
was enough
to make the escape
worthwhile.
the spread wings
across the miles
of central park,
of the city below.
what joy
it must have felt,
no longer caged,
no longer
a curiosity
perched in trees
below the net.
the long life shortened
by its own
reflection,
tumbling, tumbling
to 5th avenue
and death.
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