Almost Simply
the wind blasts a humming choir
around the window,singing misfortune
and the attractive win.
the rain and snow are bullets coming
for me as a saber wielding hellion.
for the bird that fly's through this storm,is
more determined then I,more fierce
then what I once thought of myself.
nestled at night on the ledge of my
window,the bird pecks his code to me.
Copyright © Frank Penicaro | Year Posted 2011
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