You saw a bird
A beautiful bird
Flying freely, singing gaily
The bird drew you in, enchanted you
It made you laugh, it made you smile
You sang it a song, that it needed to hear
and the bird flew onto your shoulder
It cheeped a reply, about days gone by
And you started to sing together
It had it's own plans, to fly west for the summer
back to the nest where it really belonged.
You gave it some love and made it feel special
you scolded it, and made it feel small
Time flew by, months followed days
And our friend sung less and less
It didn't want to fly, it just wanted to cry
And dreamed of a time when everything felt easy
With faded colours and no song in it's heart
You soon grew tired of your pet
And the bird sits forlorn, her dreams left behind
In the cage she didn't realise she'd flown into.
2 comments:
“Your heart is my piƱata.” XXXX
spot on mr t, spot on xx
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