Poetry

Dreaming in Birdsong

Some days I feel
like a superb fairywren,
with the most beautiful plumage
you ever did see,
though I don’t want
to flit around
from partner to partner.
Make me into
a monogamous pretty bird
with a bird friend who understands me,
and methinks I’ll
sing songs to wring teardrops
from the stoniest hearts.

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