kath otoole


A Top Bird. - Poem by kath otoole

I used to be a Top Bird.
With the brightest feathers
and the sharpest word.

All the cocks would flock.
Try to wine and dine me.
But my heart I'd locked
I gave nothing freely.

I gave just a moment
when I made them feel
that only they existed;
only they knew me for real.

Now I know much better.
Now I sing a kinder song.
I don’t play those games.
I just try to get along.

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, April 27, 2010



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