Juvenile Fledgling

even though your crimes are punishable by law 

and substantial in size

I can't help but feel pity for your life 

as if peering into the nest of a helpless newborn bird 

I feel nothing more than a compassionate sympathy

and perhaps a motherly responsibility to step in if the opportunity arose 

knowing nothing without it's mother 

lost, alone, and educated only by fear 

with eyes seeing such a limited view  

you've proved yourself to be capable of nothing more than self preservation

and for that, and that alone, I leave you be 

until the day comes that you choose to leave the nest 

or overstep the ledge and require maternal wings to intervene 

I'll watch 

gather materials and continue to ready myself in the name of maturing 

only one can remain in the naivety of shortsightedness 

as there isn't enough room in that prison for two

but the sky, the sky is limitless

and flying, flying high, is freedom