The Poetry Bird
THE POETRY BIRD
Poetry is a wild bird -
Flies away without your
“Do”s and “don’t”s,
Comes when it feels sure -
Stays for as long or as short as it wants.
You can’t cage it or train it
Or entice it with food or drink -
You put down your crumbs and walk away
Powerless - just think,
Wishing it would come today.
If it sits on your shoulder
For a brief time you are blessed
And when it goes, don’t cry,
For its freedom is what makes it best,
Beautiful and shy.
Copyright © Sidney Beck | Year Posted 2017
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