Bird In The Hand Is Worth Two In The Bush Poem by Juan Olivarez

I had a bird in my hand,
but I squeezed it too tight.
Till she couldn't stand,
it, so she took to flight.
Over hills and valleys,
she flew away,
leaving only memories,
That remain to this day.
Two more birds,
Sang in the trees,
sweet songs I heard,
but they were'nt for me.
My heart is in pieces,
fell to Earth like a kite.
And I wonder now, where,
She is spending, Her nights.


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