Little bird

Bird in my hand, I see you struggle, beating your wings against the bars of my fingers. I leave no bruises, break no bones. Your heart pounds against my palm. You don’t sing a note, but I know: I have already won.

6 responses to “Little bird

  1. bird beating bars bruises break bones. love the alliteration.


  2. Jennifer G. Knoblock

    Lovely, lyrical rhythm.


  3. Always a joy to red your gargles!


  4. not only do you have the plosive alliteration with the b and p words. you also clear them up in the last sentence. Brilliant!


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