To My Bird

 

TO MY BIRD

 

Chickadee in the willow tree,

Do you sing or do you cry  

To me? I see you sitting there  

Among the yellow branches.  

 

I say young bird, I do recall

That every time I see you

There, sitting on your yellow roost

Eyeing me with anxious gaze.

 

Come, fly to me, my sweet young bird,

And perch you here upon my

Fingertip and let me stroke you

Till you sing a song for me.

Reviews

[xXxBuNnIIxXx]

so sweet..

[Pester D. Finches]

think about it

[Honeypot]

I've got to ask was it really a poem about a bird or about a woman? I chose to read it as a metaphor for a woman that you long for. Of course, I know that I could be way off base on this one. Regardless, I thought it was really good.