It’s been five days now since they broke up
She waits in the tree until the long shadows fall across the garden
Then her angel wings flutter amongst the leaves
She lands on the bare, empty earth to forage
Where has her mate gone, her aggressive beau, heroic and strong
He who would not let her eat the wild bird seed I had put out for them both
Squabbling and forcing her away from the seed tray
But even now she is loyal to his commands
She does not gorge herself on the seed
It is left, five days uneaten
He is in her heart still
She is still his kingly domain
And the wild bird seed stays untouched
Waiting for his return
This is a poem about endless truth
The story of birds, of life and death
Of how freedom matters for nothing
When love is gone