Tuesday, May 02, 2017
"A Small Bird"––poem by Dorothy
A Small Bird
Please understand,
I do not know
where all this
is coming from
or why.
These verses
just keep spilling out,
like an overflowing
vessel,
a rushing mountain stream
flooding its banks.
I am just the small bird
with open mouth,
waiting to be fed,
hoping to be noticed.
Dorothy Walters
April 21, 2017
