The Bird's Song (A Poem)
Day 23 of the Write Anything Challenge!
The Bird's Song
One frosty morninga bird of ashen greyalit beside me on a wooden postand sang sweetly of bloomsand sunlight.It looked at me with a canny eyebut I,I was unraveling insideand did not give it a proper greetingas good manners dictate.
It haunted me all day.
My mind stayed behindby that fencein that fog,and lamented the goodwill I could havefreely givento a feathered friendwith a beautiful songand a soul much lighter than mine.
I did not see...
The Bird's Song
One frosty morninga bird of ashen greyalit beside me on a wooden postand sang sweetly of bloomsand sunlight.It looked at me with a canny eyebut I,I was unraveling insideand did not give it a proper greetingas good manners dictate.
It haunted me all day.
My mind stayed behindby that fencein that fog,and lamented the goodwill I could havefreely givento a feathered friendwith a beautiful songand a soul much lighter than mine.
I did not see...
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