strange little bird in its little bird way
lost a speckle-deckle egg at the dawn of day
but it won't be going back
cause the sky is getting black
and little birds are afraid of the dark, they sayperhaps some other creature in the moss soft wood
will determine to take care of it, because she's good
though the half-formed bird inside
maybe rather would have died
than be mothered by another, so misunderstoodit's best if that small egg were dashed upon some stonewhere it feeds the leggy ants as it is lying pronepurple eyes forever blindcrisping feathers so confinedends are only cruel for those to whom they're still unknown
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Poems for Peculiar Children
PoesíaThis is a second anthology of my more whimsical and curious poems. They aren't so much for children, though anyone can read them!