Wildlife Rehabilitation

Experts, disembodied voices,
Gave guidance by the net full.
Once netted, never let go.
That was one rule
We let go
in there among the
tangle of limb and feather
In there, the overgrown vines
In there, the cages
In there, the promise of a pond
In there, the do-gooders and their nets
In there, this abandoned nest
Of shell and feathers
Caught on the knotted collision
Of plans, opinions, and
Men of Action.
It does these wild lives
No good at all
That we meant well.