The Visit
She never saw his colors bright
but oh how small, how sweet, how light
she could not see his beak of brown
but when he chirped she lost her frown
He danced he flew but yes he knew
that she was blind and feeling blue
he landed on her shoulder still,
to song her with his warble trill
She softly hummed to him a song
with braille, upon his brow of long
and as the night fell on the lawn
the winds arrived and he flew on
She never gazed upon his frame,
but knew by heart, that he was tame.
July 17, 2021
Copyright © Mystic Rose Rose | Year Posted 2021
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