A little hollow found within
A painted piece of art
A wooden doll that calls for him
A living piece of art
Floating through the forest
Comes a feathery friend
As curious as a robin
But a darkened heart it brings
A Hawks call
A call of panic rings through the silence
Cutting like a knife
But when the clock strikes 10
The little sparrows suffers strife
A feather falls
Gently
Flying in the summer breeze
Sun sets mark the end
Of a fate, yet to cease
The silence begs for mercy
To give to the fallen bird
Of a a victim of
A fate so cruel
It turns your veiw
Into ashes
It's absurd
Really
To watch the fire burn
In this life or another
You cannot understand
Pain or panic or lesser love
It moves on up above
So mark this struggle as a bird
That strayed too far from home
A game we call it
Give or take
Either one's preferred
Take your pick
Jus sayin
that I'll visit when
Dawn cracks
in the Late, late, late of night
Heed my words
It's better off
To listen to whose right
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PoetryLovely poetry for you and me to share The sun sets as i stare Into your eyes so brown so blue The airy breeze that blows soft cottony cottons frolicking rabbits brown, green, red, yellow foxes dance in the meadows. In poetry lane where it sometimes...
