Little birdy Little birdy what do you see

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Just feeling you know

Submitted: June 19, 2014

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There once was a birdy.

 
Small and scared. 
 
With feathers so black 
 
Ravens though it unfair.
 
This birdy never left her forest.
 
A forest so dark and dim.
 
With vines for others to tangle in.
 
Never leave said a voice, and chained she was.
 
Until one day she sat on her oak.
 
A big tree in the center of her forest. 
 
She stared at the flitting light through the leaves and branches. 
 
And she heard it.
 
Another chirp.
 
And it landed.
 
Little birdy who's that?
 
With wings golden brown.
 
With eyes bluer than the sky.
 
Who's that little birdy.
 
They stared at each other saying not a word.
 
Little birdy little birdy do you know?
 
And she did. 
 
The golden bird swooped down and broke her chain.
 
Away they flew into the wind and rain.
 
Never had she felt so free.
 
From her forest so empty.
 
With its burnt places and horrible vines.
 
Now she will fly, with the Golden one not far behind.
 
They flew far, they flew wide.
 
Finding new friends to taste the sky.
 
The sun on their backs.
 
The wind in thir feathers.
 
They all flew.
 
Birds of different colors,
 
Diffrent hues.
 
Lonely thoughts where few.
 
They thought this ride would never end.
 
But one knew it was. 
 
A hunter was following their flock.
 
His gun trained on golden feathers and blue eyes.
 
He never said a word though, Golden.
 
He knew. 
 
He knew.
 
And the hunter took the shot.
 
It hit true. 
 
And every member was brought crashing down. 
 
Down into darkness, left to walk back to their burned forests.
 
Little birdy little birdy where must you go?
 
That isnt the way home. 
 
Little birdy flapped her wing.
 
Hurt and broken she flew.
 
The flock doesnt fly together. 
 
They dont fly far.
 
Little birdy's forest is burned only the oak remains.
 
Strong and true to its name.
 
She is broken, and in pain.
 
But his teachings wont be in vain.
 
Plant new seeds.
 
And watch it grow.
 
She visits forests and shows what she knows.
 
She will fly high she will fly far.
 
The sun on her back. 
 
The stars her guide.
 
She'll take what she leatns a rebuild her forest.
 
Golden would want that, she wants that.
 
So Little Birdy Little Birdy 
 
What do you see beyond your oak tree?
 
"I see a beautifully cruel world staring back at me."


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