Sonnet

Flight of the Heart

A little birdy lived in a small nest,

the nest was little birdy's suite of sticks

Sweet little birdy built its home with zest

The nest was strong, as if made of hard bricks-

So back and forth flew birdy, building more.

Now, up and up the nest grew- bits of sprig...

the bird would not think to leave- So it swore

The nest was its home, built from mud and twig.

A hunter searching found the growing home...

and let shots go into air- booming lead!

The little birdy flew away to roam,

it knowing that the dangers looming- fled!

The best relationships may fall apart

when there is only fear in the kind heart.