smoldering fatality

 Perched on the branch,

It took in the smoke,

Fate was the spark,
Yet the axe was in its beak,
And it had to push back,
Else the trail of fire...
That smoldered silently in lanes
Burning under curtains
But if the bird was found
It did not let hold
This was a pair
A pal she had flown up with
Months and years
Yet she had to let go
As words cut deep
And a moment unseen
Let the water boil over
Yet allowed her the branch
The fire glared back
Tears simmered in eyes
Yet she knew the fate
If she did not keep the distance