Sing sweet nightingale

“Sing sweet nightingale.” she whispered towards the tiny cage sitting on her nightstand.

But the sweet song could not be heard.

The cage was too small for such a beautiful voice.

She opened the small lock and placed the bird in her palm.

Caressing it long into the night.

Just before she was about to close her eyes in sleep,

the lifeless bird stood up in her palm.

Singing one last tune for her,

while taking of through the window and in to the dawn.

Reviews

[Sami Khalil]

A sweet poem like the sweet nightingale...:)