Bird

There's a little bird on my shoulder.
His feathers grace my head and I am comforted;
He whispers a sweet tune in my ear and I am calmed.

Sometimes he goes away,
flits around to visit the other birds,
to sing sweet tunes back and forth to them.
I still hear him,
so I
smile.

Sometimes I can't hear him.
The earth shakes and the sky moans.
But sure enough,
not long after,
there my little bird comes back again.


    (inspired by "Little Bird" by The Weepies)