About a bird

 

I see him there

  

on a distant branch

   

and through the air

     

I hear his chants

 

a chirping high above the breeze

 

a cry that echoes through the trees,

 

I may not gather every note,

 

I may not fully comprehend,

 

but there is one thing I know

  

of the message that he sends...

   

here in this blaze of green

    

forlorn by the end of day

      

bathing in the suns last stream

         

I can hear that old bird say

 

...something about freedom,

       

 the bird says

 

something about freedom.

 

 

 

Reviews

[Creepy Swine Guy]

You took a few elements of summertime and combined them in a wonderful way here. The singing bird, and the last vestiges of a summer day. These things combine to create a warm, comfortable read.

[Poeticpiers]

I like this one Angela.

[Danielle Asher]

beautiful. I think it is simple but so well put. I really enjoyed it.