ChickadeeA Poem by BrightsThis one's for you, Chirpy!
She flits from branch to branch to near my foot;
SQUEAK! I am danger: I will not harm her, yet I am danger, I am human. One gray wing shoots out to steady the small body, the delicate frame; She is young, she must learn what it is to be. She collects herself, flies to a branch, still near me; SQUEAK! I am danger; I will not harm her, yet I am danger, I am human. Busily she is on her way, I am another tree; I try to be, I am me, She is her, we are partners in this world: Just me and the chickadee.
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Added on December 10, 2010Last Updated on January 7, 2011 |