When the music's off and the room gets empty

Poecile palustris.

(fun writing challenge for my friend to make a poem Abt her fav bird)

I am a bird.

Free until i am caught by a gun.

A bullet through my eye for a game.

I am sorry for existing.

Sorry for daring to fly.

It was my fault,

living in a world of games and superiority

Gentle chirps,

a small cry of help,

blending into a sea of sounds.

One mate for life,

I desire one only,

you may take every feather and wing from me, for you are the only one i allow to love.

Poecile palustris.

Small, dusty wings,

a black bib,

a desire to live.

a desire to love.

a desire to hold.

a small call to the world, swallowed whole.

I am no eagle, no falcon, no hawk.

I do not scream or demand the sky.

I am the marsh tit, small and unseen,

Flitting between shadows, where life stays green.

My black cap catches the sun's soft glow,

But only briefly—

For I am the bird of modesty.

No banners of color, no peacock pride,

Just a gentle existence, meant to glide

Through quiet woods,

Where whispers thrive,

And life is shared in hushed sighs.

Do you know what it feels like

To be so small,

Your voice a thread in the forest's tapestry?

To build a nest with trembling care,

Lined with moss and down,

Each twig a prayer.

I am sorry if it is a crime to be small.

I merely wanted to survive.

-August xoxo

stay safe! MWAH!