Saturday, January 25, 2014

Saturday Afternoon Poem...

1.25  Little Bird

Little bird
sing me a song
and get off my lawn
leaving behind only 
nature’s wisdom
a stray feather
the grey shadow 
of your passing

for I have nothing
with which to afford
anything you may be offering
under those 
shiny wings
nature’s miracle
of lift and drag
I will never aspire to.



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