A Wanderer's Imprisonment

A painful rhythm of a songbird's timbre after a somatic somersaults in the nimbus. The nocturne dragged me to her haunted nest. I was trapped by her tricky sorrowful voice and she has tighten me to the twigs and it will never loosen. She leaves early in the morning with the flock and return by twilight to the roost. I was a prisoner in her shady nest and my wanderlust almost swept. All my feathers she had plucked and allotted a soft pillow to sleep without any nightmares. Oh! I am just a fresher in her night university with all the fundamentals. To the dainty migratory swallows where they hide in the cloudburst.