Little Bird

Like Darzee's wife she cries "Oh my broken wing!"
A little tailor-bird hopelessly fluttering,
piping sorrowfully, never leaving the ground,
calling for help but afraid of every sound.
Little bird, it's best that I don't follow
lest my intentions appear quite hollow.
So I'll sit very still if you come near
to show that there is nothing to fear.
I hope that you make it back to your nest
and feel safe enough to finally rest.
One day, when you are truly free
Maybe you will fly back to me.
But for now, let your heart harden,
for there are worse things than snakes
in this garden.


September 11th, 2010
Atlanta