The Snow-Bird

January 6, 2024

Upon my frosty window-sill, a snow-bird sings
a cheerful song, tugging at my heart strings

“He meant no wrong but no longer could he stay”
Happiness he now has found!
No pills nor drink now taint his lips, his fears and
doubts escaped
And then from my window-sill he says goodbye
flying through the snow so white

Singing ‘Stephen’s Song’

“Don’t grieve for me, my unbarred cage has set me free”

Here below no longer are his foot prints in the snow!