You are nothing but a pitiful creature,
Unable to look where you go,
Landing with a splat on my front door,
Leaving behind the echo of your knock,
Ringing, ringing, in my ears,
And reverberating across the floor.
You sit in my hand without a second thought,
Blinking your grey eyes, open, half opened, closed,
Are you awake? Are you asleep?
Who gave you permission to land in a heap?
But your soul is unharmed,
Your life force continues to flow,
As it sings, sings, and sings.
I feel your tiny heart beat,
As you sit without care,
Sipping on the water,
I forced down your throat, you stare,
You aren’t afraid,
Are you aware?
I am your friend
Is that why you sit without a care?
Fly little birdie, fly,
I will see you live another day,
Awakened once again,
From your brief stay,
On the palm of my hand,
At my doorway,
I will watch,
Watch, as you fly away,
Away, away, from my doorway,
As though you were never here at all.