Years ago there was a girl
who didn't fit anywhere.
She dreamed of flying,
far away,
Like sparrows,
like warm Autumn rain,
like ships on a glass sea.
So one day, she did.
Through the city,
Through the suburbs,
She finally landed,
with a mate,
and three little chicks
in a grand old nest
near the Joshua trees.
And now her dreams
are full and filled
with home made meals,
with snuggles,
with songs.
And every day,
while the wee ones are napping,
she takes out her needles,
her strings,
and her dreams
and she knits a bit,
perhaps for you?
