4/8/16
A tweeting bird
Fluttering about
Playing with their brothers and sisters
Flying around
In through the birdhouse hole
The walls seem to grow
Where it would end,
The tweeting bird didn't know
Filling with glorious things
The tweeting bird began to sing
"Gold, gold!"
The wooden box began to shift and mold
A large building on the inside
A small box on out
The tweeting bird flew around
Each hall was filled with paintings
Paintings of the house
Each in a different room,
and what each were about
The halls grew longer
The time left grew shorter
The tweeting bird couldn't find a way out
The tweeting bird began to shout
Everything looked different
The gold turned to stone
The tweeting bird didn't know where she flown
Caught up in the good,
Forgetful of the needed,
Now is so wanted,
But cannot be had
Days upon days
Nights upon nights
It became darker and darker with flickering lights
No food to be found,
all turned to dust
What the tweeting bird needs is now a very must
Hollow bones now felt pounds,
Dragging along
What was so close
is now out of bounds
How the tweeting bird used to fly
Those happy hours
Weren't worth the days that passed by
What seems gold always turns grey
The happy tweeting bird's days
Are now gone away
YOU ARE READING
Where My Eyes Wander
PoetryThis is my new cover of my poetry, starting with my signature Tweeting Bird. These would have ranged from two years ago to today. You will be able to see my progress as you read. Thanks for reading my work!
