Little Swallow

There seemed to be a love in that bird that no man would ever understand.

That bird that that he so lovingly coveted.

That bird that stirred and sang whenever it was held.

And he knew that freedom was the answer to its songs of adoration.

But he hesitated in opening that wide window, there was a fear.

The world had a way of swallowing and morphing the things you love.

The songs of adoration; plead for freedom.

And with the greatest ache of his heart he unlatched the cold iron latch to that wide window.

 He watched that bird fly away, into perilous world happier than it had ever been before in his care.

He watched with tears stream down his face, and a painful aching heart.

He begged in the God he did not believe in, and prayed without knowing.

For his bird to come back one day ....

one day soon..

He would never close that window latch...