Sunday, April 17, 2011

To birds who fly away

By my window by Neha

If you were here
sitting by my window
I would have opened
my eyes and looked
at your feathers and
half yellow, half red beak

You would have been
the morning alarm
I would have put
some sunflower seeds
on the deck, which
you would slowly peck

You would have perched
on the clothesline
I would gently stretch and
sip my morning tea
and hear your
early morning song

You are not here
You flew away
I am here
by the same window
Your not being
made this song be


No comments: