Parabola of a Flower

The captured animal is young
       and so must be released 
again in the wild. In other contexts,
       the young are captured where
they lie in sleep. Is it still wild 
       if you can see and smell 
the human machinations behind 
       occurrence? That wild descends 
in the form of a rain of fire. Before 
       it explodes, does it resemble 
the parabola of a flower? Then  
       the earth pulls it closer, faster.