Little Bird
Little bird,
Why do you sit and write those words?
You never speak
You never sing
You're voice is so pretty but you're never heard
So speak,
Little bird
What are you afraid of?
Why is the written word so easy for you?
Why is speaking so hard?
Sing! Little bird,
and let that voice be heard
I can't say anyone will listen,
But you have to try
This poem is about:
Me