Wirdie
The Wee Birdie sings and sings
raw emotion on every note, all held captive
the watchers; forced, remisc reflectioned in
On that branch, darting to and throw
giving em all, fragile and exposed, lost
the dance engulfs
Lightwork a draining! !
Oh! ! care must show; beasties, Oh how do they prey!
even though ye trembles, shakes from the strain
Ten fold, 'Will Cometh back'....this I know..
Lightwork a draining-a gift ye must bare! !
the ancients look after thee! this I know..
take; please! ! ! comfort in this...
poem by Hal Burke
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!
