Thing I wrote :)

Catching a crow with a white pied neck. Usually this task would be fractious in play though this crow seemed inattentive to dangers who loomed. The clack of the net and outcry erupted, accompanied by the flaps of the nestling; vicious and firm. Taken to the bars it would intently know, it knew no other diversion. At first it’s attempts to flush from containment was a stroke less from violent, it always ended in bruises beneath the feather. Days, months, years, all moments of a sentence given. As it grew as one does grow, the cage began to shrink; the creatures wings would stretch and the ends of their pinion would reach the batten of its chamber. The poor Corvus poking its head to the air croaked to the sky, and when it’s “owner” walked by, “please it’s far too small for me in here , no comfort here nor there, no love I see nigh “ with a vacant eye, the crow was let down again. The aviary shrunk with each breath it chose to take. Squawks and hoots even ,”help”s grew it no closer to salvation. Soon the rods sank into the feathers, into the fragile epidermis holding it together, the cries shrill and pained, the metal closing in against every vein. The bones colliding with another, joins bent back, tears and cries fell flat. Cracking and convulsing of the body a loud ordeal to watch. The poor thing never stood a chance as it’s innards made a statement to the world. “How could this happen!? We had no idea” said the parents of the child,”our baby, gone, what could we have done?” The crow bellowed a breath unto them all “I fell and you all let me fall”