Hands stretched toward the light
Begging to pull them out of the dark
Screams of talent belting out
Like an undiscovered meadow lark

This little blue jay with her white wings
Has her tail feathers dipped in black
Yes, she’s taking off in brilliance
But her story says something her eyes lack

The rhino, the gecko, and finally the wolf
Keep her feathers on their tongues
But she’s escaped with a heavy breath
And she releases her song gone unsung