Redemption
Fledgling On a window sill
Placed in your pocket
Raised on grubs and larvae
Or worms cut in half from digging
Still wiggling
Grown fat now
Slick oily black feathers
Hardened cracked and craggy beak
Waiting for a soft soul or eyeball
To pry open
Numbers tattooed on Flesh Fading, aging
Left untouched and she
Placed back on that threshold
To fly away or stay
Quick twitch of her head
Death swiftly follows
Hope that once dribbled down
Both are necessary
For accepting and lying in the grave
Rotting and marinating
Memories of brooks
Rolling through meadows
Overtaken by sewage and filth
Crawled through for freedom
While dogs and sirens howl
And worth it
For a bottle of suds
The warmth of the sun
And possibilities buried under a tree
–by Me
sometimesihatemycat 
This is magnificent. A majestic piece of poetry ripe with mystery and meaning. Loved it.
Thank you very much that is quite a compliment. Debt repaid. 🙂 I am so glad that you liked it.