She's a striking bird
with stunning plumage
and a siren's song
who for years sat just outside
my window and
sang and
fluttered and
called to her mates
while I watched in awe
of her resplendent but at the same time
disarmingly awkward presence.

Then, one day I looked out
and she was gone.
Years passed.
I saw her only rarely
as she called to new
mates then one day
she shows up at
my doorstep with
ruffled feathers and a
broken wing.

I will take her in and heal her
but must always remember
that when she's well again
she must fly away.

It's the nature of birds.