a little bird once told me

a little sparrow once told me,
full of life and chirp,
she’s seen a gamut of faces,
but never one as peculiar as mine.

a little crow once told me,
brash but nevertheless with an air of wit,
he could piece puzzles snappy,
still my strings too tangled for him.

a little robin once told me,
lively concerns full of sorry,
luck and joy she would have brought,
but that wouldn’t be of much help.

a croaky raven once told me,
feathers glittery black and disarranged,
a reminder of loss he was
nevermore, truth he carved into one’s head

he sees again another lost soul
in a body too alive and present,
yet free it he could not,
as lost souls only crave to be found.

What are you looking for?