Writing Sunday: Little Bird

14 years

Little bird, little bird
What are you trying to say
Are your wings tied
Your feet tangled
In a mess of gloomy grey.

Little bird, little bird
What song are you trying to sing
Does it have lyrics
Or is it a wordless hymn.

Little bird, little bird
Why do you fly away
Will I see you again
My window is open

Waiting for that day.

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