purplemarsdog

Little Bird What hurt you little bird? I could hear the sound of your cries from miles away You flew up to my window And tapped the glass with your small beak Tell me, what’s wrong? I let you in, and you sit upon my bedpost You say to me you no longer wish to be here To live with me in this garden Years of protection had led you to believe that your freedom is dangerous Your freedom can cost you your life What hurt you little bird? Why come to me now? Of all the days, today. Tell me, what changed your mind? You say that there is more to this world than a garden The fruit, the fresh water You wish to leave all things beh