My Bird
Immediately I touched it
I knew what it was
What else could it be
Dorman’s – of course
But I was not deceived
I knew the feel of it
They didn’t believe me
But that couldn’t hide
The weird fascination
It was now close to me
Now quietly crawling away
I didn’t miss any move
Was that for me or for him!
Was it even for anything?
When I reached out, it wasn’t there!
Where? Where has my bird gone?
To what shore has it flown?
To what island has it journeyed?
Copyright © Gerald Kithinji | Year Posted 2013
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