Life’s Little Misdirections 🥀🦋

A Chill In The Air - deleted WC entry

little bird who took shelter in your welcoming tree,
the innocent one drawn
into the open wood
in a chill at dawn, spied by me.

speckled plumage, fresh feathers multiply,
she squawks an awkward tune,
found your seed meant for prettier prey,
colors illumed in your yellow space,
warmed by currents in a soft bed.

ugly, it crows from shadows
of judging branches unyielding,
hops limb to limb to seek your love
afforded to inhabitants preening in view.
not meant for you, little bird.

Hope ruffled by cold.
Hope shrill in winter.
Hope soils the ground,
as little bird spent too long
refining an awkward song.

Hope can't fly
as a thing of joy should,
with a heart planted by your seed scattered,
follows the wrong dream,
confined now in a dry, dark wood.


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Wriiter's Cramp entry 6.15.21 unedited with this blog entry
prompt: use the title 'a chill in the air'. Hmm.