Captured

The Black Cockatoo, its wings flapped.

With pride, with joy.

It nestled up high, 

In its canopy of leaves.

The sun shone down on the trees, 

Hot, bright.

The Black Cockatoo, clueless,

Of what would come tomorrow.

The Black Cockatoo, it shrieked in pain.

With horror, with terror.

It stood, shaking, 

In its tight cage.

A group of hunters walked by, 

Tall, cruel.

The Black Cockatoo, exhausted,

Wishing it was yesterday.