A little birdie came to visit me today. He flew in the window when I opened it to let in a breeze. I wanted him to leave, he came closer instead. He landed on my finger, and said not a word. He seemed tired, so tired of life and the things he had seen.
I wanted to set him free, I wanted him to fly away and find a different life, one with happiness and joy. His sorrow was too much to bear for his little heart, he sat on the counter and looked at me.
I wonder if he wanted to tell me something, something I needed to hear. I wonder if he lost his way, and was resting before trying again. Where were his friends, what did he need? I stood by feeling helpless, then this little birdie became my friend.
A little birdie came to visit me today. Then, he flew away.
Well said. You write as beautifully as your soul.
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