Clipped Wings

The bright little nestlings colours lit up the dusk night. I could see so much clearer and she was such a magnificent sight. The elegance of the free bird had me grow with infatuation, her enchanting songs were quite the attraction.

I tried catching the little bird, but she was far too swift. Not being able tame that songbird was beginning to make me grow quite tiffed. I tried strutting towards her with the upmost debonair. Maddened by her stubbornness, I decided to set up a snare.

I abased the swift Hummingbird with my cold dark revile, the young fowl watched me, aghast by my unexpected hostile. I took my time clipping each wing, but once I was done I was shocked to hear her sing. Forever mine, she no longer could fly. "My feathers will grow back you know, this doesn't mean you will hear me cry."