Little Birds by Gwil James Thomas

A little bird as

their memory –

rising up

into the sky,

as you smile

and move on.

A little bird as

the solid chunk

of your heart,

lying lifeless

and fucked up

on the lawn –

killed simply

because it

could be –

the uncaring

culprit

long

since gone.

A little bird as

love

softly singing

on your

doorstep –

patiently

waiting for you

to let it in.

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Gwil James Thomas is a poet, novelist and inept musician from Bristol, England. His written work has been published widely in both print and online publications and has also been translated into Greek and Spanish. He has forthcoming works with Poems For All, Between Shadows Press and Holy & Intoxicated Publications.