Oh, Little Bird
Oh, little bird
When winter comes and you are gone
Chasing the sun,
When snow has fallen and the icy air
Threatens to freeze our bones,
I shall think of you
On your wild adventure
Until my heart beats as fast as your wings
And we are both warm.
Aviva Rifka Bhandari
Fri 5th Feb 2021 01:04
Thank you Vautaw, I wonder what the birds think of us also. Do they ever wish they were huge, unable to fly, and wearing strange things other than feathers?
Thanks also to everyone who clicked 'Like' for this poem.