Feb 09

Oh, Bird!

Oh, Bird, tell me how does it feel to float on wings of ivory and gold?
What is it like to have the world at your fingertips? 
Tell me of the world beyond these acres, 
Of the thrilling adventures in which you sing. 
Oh, Bird, tell me why, after the beauty and wonder you have seen, 
You sit perched on my window, reminiscing.
Tell me if there is such comfort in farmiliarity.
Why do I long to see the world beyond the bounds of normalcy?
Oh, Bird, I cannot ignore the queries that pull at my heartstrings begging for resolution. 
Tell me, if you do not have all the answers, then who does?
Oh, Bird, bring me with you as you fly away.
You leave unanswered questions in your wake.