A Little Chirp

I’m nothing special,
Mere man with a mind,
I like words written,
Versed free, blank or rhymed,

Partial to poems,
That sing from the page,
Birds will fly freely,
Left open a cage,

Swooping for morsels,
Daylight robbery,
The perp with the chirp
The crafty birdie,

Perched on my shoulder,
Tweeting in my ear,
Push the pen this way,
It makes itself clear,

Little creations,
It’s having a hoot,
We broker a deal,
That’ll mutually suit,

Peck at the cavern,
To gauge and to probe,
Nesting quite comfy,
On my frontal lobe.

Original poem by © Darius the Mate

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