Zoobird

Dangerously organic!

Figurine

They whirled below me, happy, heartless, free,
While I was left alone, all to myself,
They danced, they sang, they even called to me;
I did not hear them, standing on my shelf
Of sorrow, hanging high upon a wall
O solomn, rigid wood; I watched that crowd
Below me, gliding through their spacious hall,
I would not join them, I was much too proud.
But suddenly my nailed shelf gave way,
I left it and went realing through the air,
I fell amidst the others, shattered clay,
I looked about, then soon became aware
That I was once too high upon a wall
To feel the joy of others in the hall.

Lois Hudson

Views: 14

Comment

You need to be a member of Zoobird to add comments!

Join Zoobird

About

Michael Levin created this Ning Network.

Translate Zoobird

The Zoobird Bookshelf

Click here to visit the Zoobird Bookshelf

 

Your donation helps to support this website!

 

Zoobird

Promote Your Page Too

 

Reading List

Badge

Loading…

Show your colors!

© 2019   Created by Michael Levin.   Powered by

Badges  |  Report an Issue  |  Terms of Service