Sad Bird

 

 

The sad bird lands again in the family garden,

Unexpected, and hungry to leave some baggage there,

For us to consider,

As she stares at us from the garden,

Expressionless, holding no anger,

Rather sitting for us to view the disarray,

Which is our life today.

 

Leaving us to consider active and lost love in both hands,

Once again.

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