Praise in a Pitch

Fri, 08/01/2014 - 15:17 -- Amber_C
 
A tinybird
sits in a lonesome tree
as she waits for her Caregiver,
her Provider.
 
she watches
as her mother fondly feeds Another.
one crusty worm is thrust at her feet.
 
she begins to sing
hoping for her mother’s eyes’ gleam.
 
her song is In Vain 
Never again will the bird’s song be the same.
 
she is competent now.
her feathers are mighty.
her mind is forceful.
 
despite the years 
One Single Thought 
Invades
Again. and. Again
her song 
lacked the pitch to be prasied. 

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