Climbing Up Out Of The Ashes

Song Birds

when I was born I was nothing more than a worm on the ground.

could not fly or run fast enough to escape the birds beak.

my granddad, the proud crow protection, shooed them all away.

he died and I inherited his wings, like a good granddaughter.

my house a tree with splintery branches of glory. 

you perched on top the bark near me sensing my aloofness, I was the challenge you desired.

I held both prey and predator inside of my bird brained memories.

in time I let you feel the feather of my wings, with a heavy heart wiggling as a worm would.

which is why my little hummingbird you sing and I listen,

some things you can't put into songs.