by Kloulessblond

Created on: June 09, 2009

little bird in hand

still singing

broken wing and all

still shook

from fall

from nest

wonders

will he

crush me

feelng how my heart beats weaker

his eyes seem to think

too frail

pale sickly

best put out of misery

will he warm me

feed me with his own mouth

liquid smooth

soothe

keep a fat pet

locked and peeking

up at barred stars

scratching for spirit's return

best to

let her rest

heal

holding hand wide open

if so she may stay

not fly away

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