You are like a birdsong, A hairball coughed up by God. You dream of being in green gardens And in prairies with pink sands Amidst scraggly wildflowers and tangled ivies. Let your quills snuggle closer, stretch your limbs; Bend as the wind breezes past you. As your core cracks, as you loosen your feathers From clutching so lightly, let them go Without the strain of reaching, but never stop caring. Someday, a cat will gently brush you, A beautiful girl’s finger will nudge you. Your white blossoms will tether and scatter And pure dew will spill from each feather Onto the earth beneath you *Both the pictures are sourced from Google I am attempting freestyle poetry after quite sometime. Hope you guys like it! :)
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