Wednesday, August 2, 2017

My Perfect Songbird

Every morning
I'd kiss her beak
And send her on her way
Away she'd flit 
Her tiny wings stretched
As far as they could spread
To drink in the sun
Out through the window
To the tree
And there she'd sit and 
Sing her arias 
Others could hear her song
As they passed below 
But she never performed for them
I knew she sang just for me
I never feared 
Her not returning 
The chill of night 
Would return her to my embrace
And I'd become
Her Night Guardian

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