04-19-2018, 04:52 AM
Open mic
A fallen fledgling
pulled from the cats claws,
we helped you hold
your broken wing,
fed you on the nights
the nest was empty.
And now there you are
perched on the highest bow
with a song that carries summer,
fresh fruited and ripened
in your smooth sunlit plumage.
I will wistle your tune long after
you fly south.
A fallen fledgling
pulled from the cats claws,
we helped you hold
your broken wing,
fed you on the nights
the nest was empty.
And now there you are
perched on the highest bow
with a song that carries summer,
fresh fruited and ripened
in your smooth sunlit plumage.
I will wistle your tune long after
you fly south.
If your undies fer you've been smoking through em, don't peg em out