Are you the child that threw stones?
Are you the tremor that shook?
Are you the wind that groans?
That knocked the bird from its nook.
She fell like rain from the sky,
like the leaves in late Autumn.
She waited for her time to die,
though why she could not fathom.
But happy smiles gave her wings,
conversation gave her hope.
She clung to the friendly strings,
through contact she learned to cope.
Sticks and stones will break her bones,
but friendly words will keep her home.
Dedicated to my housemate V. Thanks for the prompt and conversation about 13 Reasons Why which also served inspiration for today’s entry.