Lost and found

In a jungle of mayhem I lost myself.
Feathers ruffled, eyes groggy 
and feet pressing on the ground.
In fear and sorrow my head hung low. 
I was hooked and bound. 

In hope, I hopped up and down.
A long worm wriggles beneath my blurred sight, 
but I am in a big plight of my own. 
A salamander crawls almost mockingly,

near my webbed pink feet.
But my beak is whet,
and I slay him straight. 

The twine loses its grip 
and I cackle in delight.

All I did was try,
for food and life,
to feed my children,
and soothe their cries.

I am now free. 

In a jungle of mayhem, I've finally found myself.