4.30.11 For Sweetie

The sweet thing
all soft with life
when it broke free.
Eyes opened,
it knew what it knew
and that is how it was
meant to be.
Chirp, cheep, peck, peep
little souls
they followed me.
feathered fully,
eyes beaming,
and I knew I would never forget
the lives they lived
they wouldn't either regret
for being a bird allowed to live
is a lovely thing to be.

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