Back, Forth

Creak 

Forth, Back

Creak 

Thunder pounds down on a bleeding soul

Lightening flashes across the jewel eyes of a

Hummingbird

Golden gates surround her

With no door she herself can open

Green, purple, and red fall to the bottom of

This confinement

Creating a bed for her oncoming demise

A soft chee-dit escapes from her beak as

She grows colder

The mutilated skin shines with infection, a

Sickly pink

Her wings hang uselessly by her side

With nowhere to fly

Her well-known hum

Has been

Resigned