Black Bird

Poem By Jeremy Willson

Little black bird swinging in the tree tops
Little black bird singing as the dew drops
Seeing the world as it is, not what it wants it to be
Flying through the air, gliding on wings spread so free
Little black bird do you see me?
Can you feel me as I stare in your direction?
Will you land on my shoulder and kiss me with affection
Look at me with wishful eyes
Pray to the heavens that you'll be happy as it dies
The love that's lost and gone through life's cracks
The wishful little black bird stopped dead in it's tracks

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