this morning high on a branch
i cant believe i could see it amongst all the leaves
it was there unapologetic
like a flute playing through a reed. A wooden hollowed out tune in perfect. It new what it had to do
was not interested in being like all the other birds
and when it sang it sang for love
it sang because that was its tune, is its tune
it didnt need to ‘check in’ and say does that sound good? It just knew
it was perfect
Like You xxx
