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.
2015/11/14
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