The Bird’s Story.

We saw her yesterday
.
Like a lost soul seeking a home,
She looked at us longingly
Wishing she chirped like us.

She brought him here today.
Excitement laced her voice
And tears as undertones
Wishing she could be free as us.

At first, they sat close.
Her heart stood when he did.
She listened on with care,
With no attention for the woman he spoke of.

On a second,
He implored her to write a poem
A poem for us or about her?
Saying we tweet alike.

She will come tomorrow.
To sing or write,
Easing her aches into each piece
As we chirp and tweet on.



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