Entangled Owl

Entangled Owl:
         I see you sitting on a log,
         tangled in a line meant for
         fish.  You flapyour wings.
The line just pulls back harder.
         You try to escape, but it is
         useless. As you pull away,
         your wings just flutter.
The line just pulls back harder.
         Now help arrives.  You seem frightened
          You stand up and flap your wings
You show your talons and pull.
The line just pulls back harder.
         A man comes at you now, reaches
         for you.  Bag covers your eyes
         Leather gloves hold you,
The line just pulls back harder.
         Carefully, the line is cut off
your wing.  Your feathers seem fine.
         Ruffle your feathers
The line is gone now.  It cannot pull back harder.
         The man places you on a branch.
         The bag is pulled off your head.
         Look around, freedom.
The line cannot pull back harder.
         The man moves the branch up and down
         until you feel air moving
against your wings;
The line cannot pull back harder.
         Suddenly, you take off flying
         into the trees by the shore.
         You now have freedom.
Nothing can hold you back.