Snagged

It caught on wire, a flimsy thing,

not floating, light and free.

But caught, its edges tearing,

a desperate plea.

The wind pulled hard, a ragged sound,

like paper being ripped.

Its plastic body, bound,

by metal sharp and clipped.

It flapped a broken wing,

a gesture not of flight.

Just what the sharp edge brings,

shredding in the light.

No grace here, no easy lift,

just caught and pulled apart.

A tattered, pointless gift,

from something with no heart.