I sit on this comfortable branch
I have worn grooves into the bark
with talons grasp I have weathered many storms.
There was then a wind blowing in January
that made the limb sway and I worriedly cooed,
I was so sure this storm would pass on, as all the others had,
I loved the home, I perched on;
felt as safe as in a nest,
the winds of change blew;
and I found I must fly again
into the cold winds of change,
I soar again.
Jan 8, 2015
Jan 8, 2015 at 9:22 PM UTC
I sit on this comfortable branch
I have worn grooves into the bark
with talons grasp I have weathered many storms.
There was then a wind blowing in January
that made the limb sway and I worriedly cooed,
I was so sure this storm would pass on, as all the others had,
I loved the home, I perched on;
felt as safe as in a nest,
the winds of change blew;
and I found I must fly again
into the cold winds of change,
I soar again.
