The cold pierced through me,
gnawing at the feathers of my wings.
Here comes the season of departure—no escape.
I fluttered with the flock toward the south.
A long journey over a shoreless sea.
Days on end without food or a single drop of water.
My wings weakened, about to collapse.
A fierce wind rose; many companions fell.
I nearly joined them, were it not for the mercy of existence.
Suddenly, the clouds split before me.
I saw the first rays of the sun creeping through.
The shore of salvation revealed itself—
the land awaiting my embrace.
I hurled myself with all the life that remained in me.
But just before I could touch the sand,
I was ensnared by taut threads,
colder than the frost of the north.
