Hello little bird.
With your melodious chirp
And breast so red.
Eyes locked upon each other.
Else we wouldnít be having this blink-less stare down.
I wonder little bird,
do you care if your wings are too heavy?
Or, if your feathers are too dark?
Your chirp speak to harsh? Or, better, not phrased in the manner your bird-man requires?
Do you care what your bird mate thinks of you?
Or, if he prefers the lusty kestrel in the next branch or the carefree blue jay in the shrub below?
What do you make of that?
Little bird, what concerns have you? Do you fear everything and nothing at the exact same time?
Would you make yourself feel so diminished you couldnít possibly be worthy of anyoneís love?
Are you so tired from worrying you just sit in your nest and fret?
How I wish to be that pappus and attach myself to your graceful wing.
Little bird, fly me away.
Let me soar through the air as you do.
Let me feel the weightlessness of a worryless universe.
Little bird, please let ME out.