The small blue bird
always perched very near to
her older, more experienced friend on the power line
Whenever a storm brewed up a strong wind
she leaned heavily against her protector
She had no awareness of her own weight
until the dark, foreboding, day she was pushed away
causing a hard fall onto the rocky road
which rendered her unable to fly
From that day on, she stayed
alone in the brush, never to see
her dear, feathered, companion again
The little blue bird often wondered if
on that tragic day
her strong friend had merely collapsed
from the exhaustion
of holding steady on that wire
Heartspell 