You Drift About My Thoughts Poem by Benjamin Feliciano

Come and fly closer,
I do not wish to clip your wings.
Give me but an hour,
I will be gone as the bell tower rings.
I seek that I might extend my hand,
To offer a moments rest,
Before those murderous crows
Pick apart your homely nest.
Fly down to where I sit,
While no one else is near.
Perch gently upon my finger
I promise you needn't fear.
I have no bread to bait you,
For I have no furtive trap.
Listening close I hear you draw near
As your subtle wings flap.
There now, settle your ruffled thoughts and feathers,
I will not make you sing, lest your heart wake with vocal pleasure.
Whistle into my ear your quiet soul,
And if any should ask how I know
Of where elusive freedom flies
I will respond 'wherever she is near by'.
And how do I know, they will ask, you see;
I will warmly respond 'a little bird told me.'