Tuesday, December 9, 2008

Little Bird

Little bird, little bird
is that you singing soft
whispering into my dreams
amidst the slowly waking light?

What news, little bird,
do you bring to my bed
of creatures off afar
creeping, scenting our air?

Fly away, little bird,
for fear of when I wake
the peace will die away
into the vengeance of the day.

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