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by Michael D Nalley Nov 1, 2011 category : Special events / other poems
In my head there was a thought in my house there was a bird A good omen it was not, or so I have heard . In its heart was a song , Its spirit was on the wing. It knew something was wrong, and had no disire to sing. It flew toward the window, and it flew toward the door, the feeling began to grow it was not free anymore With faith in its soul, Yet fear in its mind. The walls took their toll as the day would unwind I opened the back screen in the hope that I would free it I waited for it to return to the scene, but was thankfull when I did not see it