For the Birds
dim drab
icy cold
song-less
pop open an eye
see my breath
like band-aides
rip these covers off
desperate stumbling
forced march
to Coffee
shivering
mission
complete
retreat
back to bed
burrowing deep
hood over my head
poor souls
who must rise
I close my eyes
roll over
and wait
for warmth
to waft
through the walls of
this cruel world
lucky souls
who gotta girl
to cuddle up to
comfort and freedom
never existed
in one package
for me
never was an angel
to set me free
she peeks over
the mountains east
my pretty girl
light slips through
blind slits
in deep winter
how I miss
the birds I
should've
could've
flown
too
maybe Ecuador
or Peru
dear house I'm
here with you
so many things
make me stay
get rid of one
ball and chain
clap on another
starting to feel
warm rays
penetrate
this space
need to move
be in this day
soon enough
birds will
come back to play
there's one now
faintly chirping
alone
soul hurting
feathered friend
gonna go hang
a feeder in my tree
fill it with seed
make cold mornings
brighter
for the birds
and me
Copyright © Steven Young | Year Posted 2023
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