Little Birdie

A forest so alive, 

birds exclaiming their tune worldwide. 

By color.

By love. 

By melodies short and pleasant

they connect, 

their music effervescent.

All in a world of its own,

with words so dissonant,

without tone,

a Little Bird sings. 

A crash.

A clang.

A song so rude, 

the Little Bird is simply 

left in solitude. 

No one to listen.

No one to hear.

The Little Bird goes by its own ear.

Laying out its track step by step,

the Little Bird ensured its path was set. 

Upon the road

it stumbled to a humble abode. 

A melody, 

not dissimilar to its own, 

took a hold, 

and drove it to the home. 

Knock!

Knock!

Knock!

“Are you there, 

fellow bird of my song?

Are you there, 

or do I remain where I belong?”

The door swung open with suprising ease

sweltering the Little Bird with an aggressive breeze.

A song so seemingly toxic

so ugly.

So vile.

And yet, left without guile.

The tune graced the Little Bird’s ears

Leaving truth and little to fear.

“Oh you are there, you are there!

Thank you, yes thank you,

my fellow bird of song!

You have given me my cause,

my wanting to be found!”

The tune of the forest, 

though short and pleasant, 

left little impact compared 

to this one true sound.