Some days
All is well.
Other days,
All is… Well…
I awoke with ruffled feathers
On the wrong side of the nest.
A lonely aching filled my heart
Which strained beneath my chest.
I wanted to fly away from here.
Anywhere would do,
But as I spread my wings I found
My group had become two.
Yes indeed, my morning flight
Was joined by some new bird,
And as soon as I had noticed thus
My flock attained a third.
I road the wind below the pair,
The strangers in my sky,
Trying to escape again,
Perhaps to go and die.
And then the birds gave me a caw
And the sun began to rise,
And that is when this lonely bird
Did come to realize
What a difference can be made
By an extra pair of eyes.
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