Acts Poem by soren Barrett

Always good with words beautiful songs sing the birds
Magnificent feathers colored so fine of every design
What purpose do they serve that they deserve
to hold a place in my heart's space, a creature divine

Pluck their plumes, smell roasted savory fumes
Nourishment they provide, unhatched fledgling divide
An act more than a word life more than what's heard
Out of a broken song I right the wrong, a poem a bird that died