TwigSky


Here I sit

On skinny branches

Bobbing and weaving

About knowing that

It’s just me

And the air

And this twig

Those I thought

Have flown south

To warmer climes

But me here

Waddling and wondering

And knowing that

It’s just me

And the sky

Down below something

Flat woody full

It’s solid safe

But up here

This is heaven

Do I reach

And fall or

Stay here content

Off I go

To my tomorrow