It’s been a while I wrote so I stumbled on Ronovan‘ s Décima Poetry Challenge post today and decided to give it a try.
Some live free, others in a shed a cluster of feathers and beak eyes and feet, some can even speak! Worth two in a bush, I have heard That depends on the kind of bird. Will he flutter seeking a mate? Or drag till he's a tad too late Free, caged, wild, calm or perhaps tamed It can become another's game. Blame the game, not the player, hate.
@imanikel 17072020 Frances Kelvin Otung