Chicago Birds

by Erica Hughes - Libra

Chicago birds, dont fly south in winter.
Instead they stay perched,
in Chicago's trees and shiver,
they hope to see blood red,
in its merky green rivers.

Sullen birds can't see in the 
mirror,
their clipped wings,
such silly dreams,
for such silly things,
they dont fly south in winter.

Reason for writing:

    Much Love.   <a href="http://www.angelfire.com/stars2/K/dafemme.html">All About Erica! Yeea haww!</a>    

Birth sign: Libra
Date created: 2001-01-27 00:51:35
Last updated: 2021-03-03 14:43:26
Poem ID: 59841

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