A Faerie Poogle
So beautiful
Endlessly fluttering
Down like a wounded animal
Because she is a wounded animal
Struck down by
The sharp beak
Of an Eyrie
Hunting for prey
The limp form
Falls and falls
Towards the ground
Always falling
Never stopping
When a passing Faerie
The Queen of them all
Standing outside
Sees her fall
Takes pity on her
Stops her fall
Envelops her
In a blanket
Takes her to
The Healing Springs
Where she is healed
No longer wounded
No longer falling