Tell me little bird,
of your delicate small bones,
Of how they can support
your fine & tiny legs,
Tell me little bird,
of your woven nested homes,
Of how you´ve spun
them, from straw, twig & pegs.
Tell me little bird,
of how your trilling beak sings,
Of the songs from
your journeys, across distant seas,
Tell me little bird,
of the strength within your wings,
Of how they never
tire, until reaching tall green trees.
Tell me little bird,
of your warm & downy feathers,
Of the feelings you
feel, in your little heart beating,
Tell me little bird,
how you face inclement weather,
Of how you feel, when
from earth, you´re retreating.
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