In the style of Emily Dickinson

When to the window I am drawn –
for there a bird alights –
with feathered wing and mournful Song
his tune – the world delights.

I find – within – a misery
for I – no longer – sing.
I only sit beside the wall
observing all with wing.

Oh Bird with jeweled feathers – there
upon the sill alight
and keep this weak Soul company
‘till Day turns into Night.

Quite the fun activity, actually. I highly recommend trying it out!

 

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