Composed 6/8/16
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Hello, little bird
I can see the sadness in your eyes
How I yearn to pick you up and hold you
In my hands and
Keep you away from the fox that thinks
He’s a friend
But I can only keep an eye
Peeked over at your nest
Whisper from afar
And rush with open palms
When you fall
Scraps of Paper 