Dear little bird, the tales that you sing
Through frosted window panes, they ring
Rouse me from my slumber, usher to rise
Rouse me from my sorrows, to my surprise
Dear little bird, feathers puffed with pride
Teeny achievements made on the other side
Chirping success, cheerfully inspire
Cool embers of my will into a fire
Hop up now! Hearty little dear
Watching you go, I do not feel fear
Bundling up, I shall too brave outside
Knowing that dear little bird will be my guide
Where are we going? That I don't know
Leave ephemeral tracks in glistening snow
That matters not, for now we can sing
Together as the days warm into spring
YOU ARE READING
Chicken Scratch
PoetryHopefully an eventual collection of my poems, short stories, musings, random thoughts, etc.! Those barely legible little things that you'd write on a napkin in hasty afterthought? You'll totally find that here. Welcome to Chicken Scratch :D
