Within my mind, these little birds
fly around, nesting and living.
When one of them decides it's their
time to go,
they come up to the window.
They sit upon the sill and
patiently wait to be noticed.
Once our gazes meet, they
begin their final song, asking me
to memorialize them, their lives
into words and lines.
When they've sung their final breath and
all is done, they fly away
for good and float on.
May 10, 2020
May 10, 2020 at 11:51 PM UTC
Within my mind, these little birds
fly around, nesting and living.
When one of them decides it's their
time to go,
they come up to the window.
They sit upon the sill and
patiently wait to be noticed.
Once our gazes meet, they
begin their final song, asking me
to memorialize them, their lives
into words and lines.
When they've sung their final breath and
all is done, they fly away
for good and float on.