Evolved

Once a beast with thundering gait,

Now it hops, a lighter weight.

Claws that once tore through the flesh,

Now grip the bark in dawn’s sweet blush.

Beak taps rhythms on the bark,

Echoes of an ancient arc.

Wings once leathery, vast, and strong,

Now a flutter, swift as song.

In the dew, it dips and sips,

Bobbing head, with tiny nips.

Tongue that tasted primal blood,

Now savors drops of morning’s flood.

No more roar, no beastly pride,

Just a call that soars and glides.

In each note, a history,

Feathers mask the mystery.

Perched above the waking world,

Past and present gently twirled.

Who would guess this tiny frame,

Once bore such a mighty name?

From roaring king to quiet wings,

A saga of what change can bring.

In its song, the memories,

The endless dance of history.