A Bird Poem by Vera Sidhwa

A Bird


It was in my brain.
It was in my veins.
It just took off and then,
Flew it's own way in and out.

The trees rocked in the wind.
All nature seemed in,
A fury and crazy.
The bird flew away.

This was a real bird you see.
It was in and out of me.
I looked at in glee.
It was the bird of perfection.

I knew it would bring news to me.
For this I could really see,
That all ideas have wings of their own.
And this idea did too.