Little Bird Freedom

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Little bird on the ledge I see,

no different from you and me.

Small and fragile, a delicate mess,

flustered eyes reveal your distress.

Alone you gaze at the scene below,

a painted canvas with shadows that glow.

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To sleep is bliss,

in a night skyless;

Afraid they’ll notice

no brush, no witness

to colour the sky with shades of another,

you search below for a friend or a brother.

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Your feathers twitch; uncertainty looms,

one step to freedom, one drop to gloom.

A fleeting moment, your fate is near,

you stare so silently, closer to the sheer.

When you jump, I stumble my heart to fear

no wings on me, my fate unclear

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