He sits upon your window ledge
his tail a darkish feathered wedge.
His wings are folded in a prayer.
He sits and sees you in your chair
alone and sad and in despair.
Soon he ventures closer, till
his beak's against the window sill.
It seems he feels you praying, so
he bows his head. It seems as though
this tiny bird can feel your sorrow.
But that's not why he's here today;
he's come to take your sad away
so you don't have to feel so blue.
His notes are bright, his tune is true.
With this great gift he comforts you.
Copyright © Carol Louise Moon | Year Posted 2020
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