a story about a canary and an owl
Jake Chittenden
A yellow bird flew down
He wielded such a frown
Overcome by he
They simply wished to flee
In a spree
He looked at the outstretched sky
He only wanted to cry
The world just seemed too much
Was nothing here untouched
Or lush
No, it seems
But what else would he spy
An owl looking shy
Soft just like a plush
He quickly felt a blush
Flushed
Yes, was he
Sit, the owl said
And the bird sat at the creek
And as they both rested
The bird began to speak
I know it's time I grew
I know it's time I flew
My friends feign indifference
But I know they're scared too
I know it's all so much
I wish I could hold you in my clutch
I hope
What I said
Was enough
Hold me
Hold me
Hold me
Hold me
Don't leave
Don't leave
Don't leave
Hold me
Hold me
Hold me
Hold me
Hold me
Hold me
Hold me