365 Days of Poetry — Day 108

There he sat — a bird — a perfect little black bird.
Alone and pitched, all he heard was the simplest of words:
“Sir, oh feathered little bird, sing to me a tune so broken, so sure.
Do not let me fall unheard, but sing, sing to me so sure.”

– Brittany Rose

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