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Chikadee


(poems go here) Chirp, chirp", a Chikadee In my window for my young eyes to see. Playing queen between the trees, I fed my house guests bark and leaves. I asked Chik who I was supposed to be, Clarity answered in silent reverie. I walked along a crowded street, tried to find my place between the feet. But my age betrayed my height, and from that day, i couldnt find my minds appropriate height. Till this day, im a child at heart miles away from corrpution, apart. Im my own world, thank you Chikadee. Youve opened my young eyes, the dark world to se
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