walking through skunk hollow

every bird wants to feel the sun
don't they?
(as they glide across
vapor free skies)

before the rain
soaked wings
and muted melodies
they were unbridled
spring's glory
dancing
and grabbing worms

now tempest fury reigns
and they are meek
yet somewhere
in the fog
beyond the trapped
rodent stench
is a space
a quiet space

collect your thoughts
petits
dry your wings
prepare
to fly

the new sun will set you free.

©2009 Sean Muzzy