Broken Feathers

Thanks Sid for lending me some art.

Matilda the Moonraker

Artist Sid Widmer Artist Sid Widmer @ sidwidmer.com

He never was fragile.
Even when she found him (mortally wounded) he was fierce.
Threatened to eat her.


Promised to.


Fire on his lips and a storm in his heart. His wings weren’t broken but he didn’t take to flight.
For days she fed him.
Weeks.

She fell in love with the idea of him.
Saw his storm.
Imagined his rain.

A secret in her heart whispered he wasn’t hers to keep.
she hushed the sound.
Watching and knowing.

Not yet.
She could not leave.
Could not set free a thing untamed and honest as the night.
She loved the black and how it doesn’t hide who it is.

But her cage was still a cage and her intent turned selfish and she believed her need, made valid the bars.

So he flew away.

Then she remembered who she was.
What it was she had intended…

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