BirdsA Poem by Sarah McKeever Hitt
The birds outside my window woke me too early
their persistance cut through my dreams My burnt out mind thanks them because I would have slept all day long. It was that same dream again. Where I was the top, A OK girl of the world with minions doing my bidding and fulfilling my whims but I kept lookiing for you behind every curtain in my house. Again, I thank the singing of the birds outside my windows for not letting me live in that world too long growing weak and angry and disillusioned as I search for something I was never supposed to find. © 2010 Sarah McKeever Hitt |
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1 Review Added on April 27, 2010 Last Updated on April 27, 2010 AuthorSarah McKeever HittChicago, ILAboutAll bad poetry springs from genuine feeling. -Oscar Wilde A great deal of the work on this site is republished from my defunct site. I hope you enjoy reading my work, I really enjoy writing .. more..Writing
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