Little you

Little you, little you
Look at those vibrant hues
Two wings, you’ve grown
Your legs are tall
To where should your feet fall?

Little you, silly you
Have you not seen what’s new?
Your twig is old
You can’t just hold
A ball that’s meant to roll

Little you, this is true
There’s no need to be blue
Your heart is small
You’ll hear a call
To stand and no more crawl

Little you, your little coos
Will reach a hill or two
soon, leave your hole
The bells will toll
The fire shall kiss the coal.

Little you, little you
Look at those tiny clues
Fly to your goal
Up high you’ll soar
And ,lo! You’ll free your soul!

(The little bird is turning 23 tomorrow)