the wren and the little birdy talked for days
they talked about the flowers and the lake and the other birdys and the sunrise and the park and the weather
and their lives
they told each other about their lives
and all the things
that had ever happened to either of them
it was nice
he still wanted more
his selfish side of him wanted more
he still wanted
someone on that wire
he couldnt tell the wren that though
how could he
after everything that had happened
so it was fine like this
he didnt want to hurt the wren or the blue jay
he knew they dreamed of doing amazing things with her
he couldnt ruin that
but they were getting closer and closer and becoming better friends and they talked every day and told each other everything and sang and listened to each other until one day she just did it
she asked about the wire
she finally
asked
if she could sit
on the wire
of course she could sit, he said
of course she could
he didnt know what else to do
in that moment
he knew this might ruin their friendship with the blue jay
at the same time he was excited to tell them too
and scared
so
he flapped his wings again
and made that wonderful sound
and he loved it
and she loved it
turns out
he was a humming bird
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maerdyad
PoetryI don't know, I just need to write stuff right now. When you thought you found the one, after all this time, after all the poeple that left, and it turns out, she loves someone else. For when the rain comes, and the hail, and all hell is unleashed, ...
