on the ryce
small talks, wanderings and life analysis of a 20-something.
Tuesday, March 8, 2011
Bird
Stray bird-
Unassuming, perched on a log.
He did not see me watching.
Most birds have gone home.
Why are you still out?
Where have you been?
What distant lands have you seen?
Smoothen your ruffled feather
And brace for your next
Flight.
Flap those tiny wings,
Go home-- your nest is waiting.
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