Little Bird (Written September 19, 2013)

Little Bird


Why do you go on crying,

Little green-bellied bird?

Are you calling for your mate,


Or are you one of the newly

Hatched, unsure of your fate,

Feeling lost and alone,


Wondering where everyone has gone,

While you cling to the only home

You’ve ever known? Tiny head,


So full of purpose, with never

A second thought, instead

Of such fidelity, why not, I suggest,


Take flight, venture forth,

Go as far as you can, digest

The new reality, and have no fear.

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