Hey little bird,
I miss your chirp,
Your soft presence on the branch.
Do you, too, remember
How the sun would never set
On a day that seemed so perfect?
Without you this tree is bare,
And I can't find the strength to care.
I guess I paid my attention to only you,
And now I feel this tree I never knew.
I know that winter's come and
More than seasons have changed.
And if you flee from the cold the
Road I face will be estranged.
I cannot keep you perched inside
Steel bars, nor on my window sill,
The cruelty of your hindrance would
Be worse than to be left with just a quill.
So please little bird, stick around
Not far from my eye's reach.
The sight of your immaculate image
Is the only thing I can beseech.
I really like the images in this. Its very consistent and the rhyme is fluent. Very good.
ReplyDeleteImage was clear and bright. It was easy to relate... I actually considered the subject of my story. Good stuff.
ReplyDeleteI have to agree with everyone else, nice images. Really gets the point and the feel across well.
ReplyDeleteblach. rhyming seems forced a bit.
ReplyDeletebut the image works very well. It looks as if my screaming about it has been heard.