The Bird Outside My Window
Stream of Consciousness Written in Real Time as I Sat Pondering, Weak and Weary, Over Many a Quaint and Curious Volume of Forgotten Lore
Outside my window, a bird sings a lonely song.
Gyrating desires and instincts pour forth
Happily yet from a heart full to bursting,
Generating a symphony just for me,
Elevating my soul to tangibility,
Yearning for my own place in the tree,
Eliminating the need to earn a place--
Eh? What's that? The bird is silent now,
Which inspires my toothless mouth to grin,
Not upset at the performance's end--
Delighted! Overjoyed instead to know:
What once was a lonely call
Lured another to the waiting branch
To do whatever it is that birds do.
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For Julie Lacksonen's Challenge!
About the Creator
C. Rommial Butler
C. Rommial Butler is a writer, musician and philosopher from Indianapolis, IN. His works can be found online through multiple streaming services and booksellers.
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