Poems from katy.spittell
Her heart is fragile
Just like a piece of glass is fragile
She needed a gentle touch
To be comforted like porcelain
She never did...
As I wiggle my body I realize
I'm in a hard casing
To protect me?
Instinct tells me to use my beak
Use it like a hammer and to start
peck...
She was walking down a path
Staring at leaves on a tree
They were changing to rustic oranges
Instead of being bright greens
"I wonder" she...