17 January 2013
Like a tiny little blackbird, A-perching on this ledge, Just a feet forwards, And I'll teeter on the edge.
I'll splay my wings and I will soar, An eagle, in my head, To others I'll just be a blur, A passing smudge instead.
My feathers fanning out and front, My beak a streamlined arc, Chirping 'morning' to the world, Or blending with the dark.
Like a tiny little blackbird, Just steps until I fly, And once I'm gone I won't return, Content up in the sky.
Like A Bird. • Opuss № I