The Ghost Bird Poem by john appleby
The Ghost Bird
I watched the light tumble down through the sky,
tangle in branches, flapping in desperation to break free.
Within this tangle, this wild melee of tree and wind, a bird song carries.
Is it really within the rocking crown? I cannot see the singer, just hear the song.
The ghost bird, held in a sycamore cage forever.
Friday, January 2, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: birds
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