What we were then, we will never be again

A call of despondence resonates throughout the intertwined bush

Perched by the side of the rutted asphalt.

The last whispers of a once blithe and bubble life fading quickly.

The crumpled figure unrecognisable from the proud creature of once.

The metal beasts trundle past, steam pouring, clouding, choking me.

I wait. The sun sets and rises, my time is near, unless I flee, but I cannot.

To leave the only other life I have ever loved, it would be cruel.

I watch over you, looking for any signs of life.

Maybe a soft rise and fall of your chest? Nothing.

The twitch of a wing urging you into the sky? Instead, you lie there.

I cannot leave you, so I dream.

Your rosette chest, your pearly.

The way you puffed out your crown of feathers in pride.

I let out a cry of despair, of sorrow,

These two-legged monsters don't even blink twice as they drive past.

They torture us, they pilfer our lands,

And worst of all, they talk about us.

They lounge in their invisible towers, flashing numbers across a screen,

But no one is looking at us.

So I close my eyes forever.