Little Bird

Taylor

Taylor gratefully accepted the bottle of water, immediately taking a long drink to hopefully calm her nerves down a few notches. While she took the bottle away from her mouth, a very subtle sheet of water coated the young girls lips, causing her pink lips to reflect the light off his desk lamp. A drop of the water dibbled down her bottom lip, resembling a rose petal after a gentle rain; she quickly drew out her tongue to catch the falling droplet.

Taking his offer to sit on the soft couch; she sat up from the rather uncomfortable wooden chair over to the faded brown leather sofa. Upon sitting down she fixes her black skirt so it wasn't riding up on her, the outfit in question being a world of difference from her regular much larger clothing, consisting of sweaters and leggings galore, now she is sat wearing a beautiful white blouse, accompanied by the black skirt sitting up above her waist, which shows off her soft pale legs.

As he read her work, she describes vivid imagery of a young cardinal, atop of the highest tree in the forest. The young bird was pushed off the branch by its own father, unable to fly yet the bird fell onto the cold ground, breaking its fragile wing. When the bird almost gave up hope it was saved by a kind stranger, who loved and cared for it, and nurses the small bird back to health.

The poem was written extremely well compared to most in her grade, hell for most college students poems he had read it excelled. The metaphor of their relationship being the motivation for it, her feelings just poured out onto the page.