There once was a beautiful bird.
Guilded in sunlight and gold was this avian delight.
Sweet and able to read the hearts of man she was also
Coveted. Hunted. Desired.
For all in the land wanted to be the person to possess her.
Exhausted she flew from branch to branch
Over every hill and forest she flew
Over every valley and tussock.
Over every home and city
She flew, only pausing on a branch long enough to bathe, drink and eat.
Her heart was strong and true
But even the strongest and most true can only burn bright for so long.
She fell one day in the middle of a blizzard. Gold pure light lost in a white blast of rushed wind.
What a waste. Sacrifice to the hunters.
Hope they’re happy now.