For Art's Sake (Poetry)

I drew a small and nameless bird
its wings were feathered grey
a coal-black eye, a blood-red beak
I let it fly away

Its picture vivid in my mind
I drew another one
with speckled plumage and a crest
as yellow as the sun

I pinned the paper to my wall
it fluttered in the breeze
as though it yearned to join the first
out somewhere in the trees

And then I swear I heard it cheap
in pitiful despair
its sorrow spoke whole reams to me
and coloured blue the air

I had no choice but let it go
I threw it like a dart
impulsive as a sacrifice
all for the sake of Art