Little bird (08.04.26)
There’s a little bird
I sing to her
and she loves me
there’s a little bird
I sing to her
each morning
o little bird,
for years and years
I sang.
did you hear my
voice each morning?
did you give
my love away
stay, little bird
stay, little bird
stay with me
until the deepest
evening, and into
the darkest night.
o little bird,
stay little bird,
stay.
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I know a little bird
she came up to me, a little god
with a blue cast
with a black collar
with a silver leash
she stayed through the morning
and all through the day into the dark evening
and sang to me about you.
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Do you look out the
window
and listen to the way my little chirps
reach you?
my whistles sing with the song birds each morning,
my love is carried on wings
as messengers
know where
our love is
for miles and miles.
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She caws at nigh-midnight,
wings blue as night, bright as moonlight —
she knows
things
old
and great
and cold
and waitful in the eve,
watchful in the day,
climbing up from the forest floor to Yggdrasil
Little wing
Her little wing
must think
it queer, the strange cat —
when she could be
walking through the clouds
zebras and dragonflies
yet she comes to me
my ears perked
for her little chirps
and her little loving feet
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Sunshine
on my shoulders,
sunshine on the beating wings
I hear your fluttering in my ear
your flax-woven nest
as beautiful
and small
as I become something
smaller and sweeter