remember when I was a bird
Chirping at you in the morning
as dawn broke into this room?
Remember how you smiled,
touched my hair, my cheek, my neck?
Remember the little sounds
that answered my call?
When I sing, do my songs
sound as sweet as when I was a bird?
8 thoughts on "remember when I was a bird"
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I like all the questions here and also the preponderance of one-syllable words echoing the bird sounds. Nicely done!
Yes ! Like Nancy says this song chirps wonderfully.
Robins are such and inspiration at 5 am. Thank you.
Ah, this is lovely.
Thank you.
love this dramatic monologue
The thoughts and the rhythm delight me
Delightful!