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Voice
A little bird arrived on my doorstep
With each day onwards he cried and cried
I searched but he has no mother
I'm not too great of a father
How is he even still alive
He told me all about the nest
Got his issues off his chest
I think that it became routine
He said words he didn't mean
He cursed his mother and father too
He expressed destructive desires to do
Did he say a single thing
Maybe I'm simply projecting
I became fond of listening to the birds problems
Minutes every day of his woeful song
I think the lines that he tweet get sadder every day
Another worry to make the cries go on
My family gives me a few strange glances
Why listen to a bird who'll never speak
Staring at a cage for hours and hours
He doesn't cry or sniffle or tweet
I sigh as I know only my heart grows weak
© Sam Hunter
With each day onwards he cried and cried
I searched but he has no mother
I'm not too great of a father
How is he even still alive
He told me all about the nest
Got his issues off his chest
I think that it became routine
He said words he didn't mean
He cursed his mother and father too
He expressed destructive desires to do
Did he say a single thing
Maybe I'm simply projecting
I became fond of listening to the birds problems
Minutes every day of his woeful song
I think the lines that he tweet get sadder every day
Another worry to make the cries go on
My family gives me a few strange glances
Why listen to a bird who'll never speak
Staring at a cage for hours and hours
He doesn't cry or sniffle or tweet
I sigh as I know only my heart grows weak
© Sam Hunter
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