Watching the bird flung up to the moon.
Breeze and rain, raised him again.
Why he came out to play in the rain.
I know not.
Drifting on whirling rain.
Tossed around as lonely feather.
I don't why he wants to fly this awful day.
He seems to have no reason.

Me today,
I want to stay and hide inside.
Not go out and play.
With wind so wild, in rain so wet.

My palace may be gloomy.
I play within my own domain.
This place today is the place.
Where I lay my head.

Push my pen.
My stomach satisfied.
My body warmed.
It is a charming day.
Unless of course,
I were that sorry drowning bird!
By ladylivvi1

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