Little Grey Bird
in the corridors of this well
I saw a little grey bird had just fell
and yet I tried to catch it, it went through my hand
and then I felt myself sweat across my head band
I looked on the floor, but it wasn't there
not even an imprint upon the floor to share
so I got off my knees and gazed through the halls
and there the little grey bird was perched on its walls
I tried to catch her, but to each attempt
the little grey bird would fly off his hemp
and yet I would look around; to see where he flew
I would see nothing, not even feathers that shewed
So I just stood in the middle of many pathways abrupt
I wasn't sure anymore if my eyes were corrupt
and then, as when, I have started to give up
the little grey bird's small wings push me down with a gust!
and I screamed! I screamed! at this grey little scoundrel!
the grey bird became bigger with sound of my mouthfuls
I saw her little dark eyes became large and black
I must leave this place! I am being attacked!
I closed my eyes and tried to stay back
and when I opened...something had lacked
my mother came in and sat next to me
she asked me did I just have a bad dream?
of coarse I did not, they grey bird returned
and then my mother's face became very stern
lets go she said, we have no more time
but what about the grey bird?
there are no gray birds, they're all in your mind.
Copyright © Jessica Arteaga | Year Posted 2010
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