Saturday, November 14, 2015

A bird alighting on

By X. Z. Shao

A bird alighting on

the stone I seated, 

my heart fluttered.

I reached my hand to her

and she seemed ready to peck.

She allowed me to follow her

as she walked with

her head back and forth.

I forgot she was not my kind.

With one step too close,

she soared into the air.

She had a belly to fill,

courtship dances to please her

and eggs to lay, chicks to raise.

With a blessing of a smile,

I saw her off to the wild.

Although I am more of

a sort of bird then her,

but she can’t reach

my sky and see me fly.


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