Red Bird

There sits the red bird perched upon my window seal.
She appeared before me on the very same day my world left me.
Red bird who sang to me every sunrise
when I was living in between the black and the white.
I could not weep with the songs of the red bird who choose me.
Red bird perched before me I watched her chirp away
the bitter cold that set with in.
We built a bridge this red bird and I
so that I may find my way back to the other side.
She became my companion as I her progeny.
One day when all was content
my red bird was no longer perched where we first met
but I could still hear her sing in the distant tree
waiting for the time of need.

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