Wednesday, January 9, 2013
The Finch
You were all mine, for one short night
O yellow breasted bird.
You lost your way and fell from flight.
Your song was never heard.
I cupped you in my hand and then,
I kept you for the night.
Protected you from vicious cats.
And hid you from plain sight.
But morning had another plan.
As nature worked its way.
You died a peaceful death today.
Instead of being prey.
But still I cry a tear or two.
For you were mine last night.
I place a rock upon the ground.
To mark your resting site.
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2 comments:
Awwww the poor finch, sometimes love just isn't enough M'Lady. A lovely but sad poem, nice rhyme scheme.
Thank you, Tin. Yeah, I felt so bad when he died the next morning. I tried.
Most of my poems are not about my life, just creative fiction. But this one was inspired by a day in the life of me.
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