I spotted a red robin
I can hear him tweeting, sounds as if he is pleading.
Surely he has seen something while flying.

His aerial view can reveal a different side to a situation
and when in conversation he is quite perturbed to discover someone Hiding undercover from all the squalor that we have been living

Some call it sinning while others are grinning ear to ear
You might hear what he has to say and his friend the blue jay

You asked me when you were born what i thought you may be someday.

I was just glad you were finally here with me!

I couldn't imagine you walking or talking.

I was just glad you were finally here with me!

Getting to know you was what I was expecting, I knew my world you would be effecting

I was just glad you were finally here with me!

A beautifully wrapped package was handed to me the day you were born, knowing overtime I would see you grow and I would be torn.
Wanting you to stay my baby, but looking forward to see you become a lady

I was just so glad you were finally here with me!

Many surprises were on there way for me to discover most all were pleasant and filled with wonder.

I am so very glad you are here with me!

I have always wanted to be a hero.
Ready to fight even in the middle of the night
Who never runs and hides but stands up to defend your side

I have never fought a battle of the traditional sense.Where you defend governments.

My fight comes from within and around me
Bringing me to my knees and I have said

"Please! Stop this, I am not ready and I don't feel too steady. Something is wrong, I am not strong."

I am left with no choice, I have to use my voice to bring to my command all that I demand and finally I take a stand!

I am no longer weary for I see clearly.
Its up to me, the battle is inside, looking for a hero to lead and defend.

It is me all the way to the end.

The smell of paint drying
makes me feel that I am not dying

In the oily compounds
you can find something profound

As the paint sets
there are no regrets

For the brush strokes I laid down
are to be my own crown

I once knew a poet

When he read his words aloud,
there would always be a crowd.

Each word came out of his mouth like an opera singer, long and dramatic his voice would linger.

I  wonder where those words came from

He put every syllable together like a painting and I was always caught waiting, for each altered tone was a brush stroke
Fluid with ease, signed unknown

I wonder where he got his words

They were like flowers
all lined in a row
Each one was my friend

Assorted colors
shapes and sizes
So many beautiful friends

Some were wild while others conformed
fancy and fragrant and oh so brilliant
Fitting in with my friends

Cruel and harsh soft petals disguised
bearing thorns, prickling needles
And yes these were my friends

I liked the seeds that grew in one of them
they called her Sunflower
My very best friend!

What is in my mind
you cannot see

I have been working on this
since I was three

A long process but
I have been held hostage

My own choices that
allowed the voices

Directing me on my way
to get me to stay

World of convention
instead of perfection