The bird, blue bold and bright, draws my eyes from the sky.

Such a pure color it boasts with pride.

As if something found in a fairytale, 

like an enchanted gem waiting to be found.

Though something was off–no, it couldn't be–

maybe it was a figment of my imagination.

It seemed this creature was injured.

With seed I had in my pocket, and some chirps,

I persuaded the bird to float towards me.

It landed nearby; with a watchful eye, it hopped closer.

Sunlight peeked through the trees, commending its feathers.

With a sudden jolt forward, the bird thrashed in the box. 

Bursts of energy radiated from the contraption.

It struggled to fly with its feathers in a jumble.

A stray tail feather detached from its body,

as this once radiant, royal bird looked up at me longingly.