Whithering heights

   

I am, a wee bird bird.
Whispering secrets
through the trees.
Iam, a bird with a song.
singing through a storm.
The sun sets before me
before I fly home.

Iam, a bird that rises
with the early dawn
Plucks out feathers
feasting on Heather.
I am, a bird that roams over land and sea
saying goodbye to the summer skies.
Smiling down at the Autumn trees.

#illness #death #greif #lonely #loss #alone #tears #sad