singing Alouette unaware
of the threat behind the rolling words
which one day she’ll wish she could
forget when the plucking of the little bird
disturbs her brave heart disrupts her
tender soul a bower of deep green
dreams hidden high among the pears
seated on a V longing for admittance
to a world she does not know for questions
proving what her answers show
pushing back a darkness she knows well
a slippery pet claws at her family tree
reckless overwhelmed she takes a stand
determined not to let her feelings show
she plants her feet a warrior sword at hand
and stares down her fire-breathing foe
(c) 2017, by Hannah Six
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