My little lady

On some mild summer evenings when I was not yet old,

The little lady foraged through the woods all by her own.

She climbed on trees and spotted little birds in many nests

and when she watched them being fed the little lady said:

Eat, little birds, eat.

/

The lady soon grew older as the leaves turned brown or grey.

The birds however, in their nests all seemed to stay the same.

She watched them from her window as they tried to leave their home.

Watched them tipple and tapple as mom seemed to lose hope.

Jump, little birds, jump.

/

Snowflakes flew in through the window that now stood wide open

as people dressed in tears and silence gathered in her room.

And as the little ladies body took its final breath

a little bird jumped off a branch, flew past them all and up into the sky.

Fly, little bird, fly.

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