do not flutter and fly into what’s bad luck
you may be pretty but your daft as a brush
going to nowhere to a higher up hush
come land on my hand I will take you outside
not near the light where you may get fried
there is freedom in trust and love in my word
to do anything but release you would be quite absurd
with a little understanding it flew and I cupped
sitting for a while not leaving abrupt
within a few minutes it flew into the sky
with a flap of its wings to whisper goodbye
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