Summer Birdsong

The Whirligig 340

Prompt words in red. 

The sound of summer birdsong

is now feathers and bone,

crumbling on the porch.

The hand that gently held the sparrow,

now fingers bent.

It’s decades ago;

I’m old before I’m ready.


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