A wild bird is away
Grandma casts perfunctory glances every now and then
At its home
She’s heating the hearth
The smoke snakes out through the window
Stinging impotently at the thick foggy air outside
Wild bird roaming the woods like a wild child
Will soon spot the fumes
Beckoning it to return home
To warmth
Finding the call irresistible
Its little heart throbbing
Between individuality and a sense of belonging
Written for What Do You See by Sadje
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