I watched its flight
Curled tissue of russet brown
The glory days of
Emerald green long gone
Unrestricted by attachment
On dying Antarctic winds
Sucking life from ice
But haunted by some memory
Hidden in its dying veins
It paused and hung
To a tree I could not see
Then fell
Releasing once more
Its hold, as if freedom
Was a burden
Its final legacy,
The recollection, that freedom
Is dancing in the haunting
Of burdened memories
