Fly to dreams

(A/N A poem I wrote for a friends birthday ^^ – hope she’ll like it…. btw see what the first letters of each line spell)
Willow like little feet
In fright utters a tweet
Noxious fear creeps in
Goads, whispers “You won’t win”
Serpentine is this voice
Stunned, the bird makes no noise.
Presently, mother trills
Reassured fowl refills
Energised, reaches out
Arises, tall and stout
Decides, “Come what weather,
Oust my fear with feather.”
Usurps wits, bids goodbye
Takes off into the sky

Begone My Precious

Joyous little bluebird

At my windowsill

Hoping and twittering.

I can’t but wonder

Where from you hail.


Do you journey

From the north?

Have you frolicked

In lush green meadows

Of summery east?


Isn’t it a wonder

That you choose to spend

Precious flickering hours

In this unappreciative

Haze of grey?


Why do you sing

In this sad, sad hell

With smoke and smog and dust

And unfriendly faces?

Begone bird.


You could go

To where mountains sigh

And rivers chatter

Where silver glass rains down.

To the kingdom where your melody belongs.


Begone my avian friend

To the happy place you come from

This nasty, dirty city

Is not a place

For your childish charm


Just a picture I found from a google search – not mine!