Ayla

This poem was inspired by a Screen Name that popped up in my feed on another website. I was so inspired by the name, I wrote this in five minutes, and barely remember having done so.

Ayla Littlebird
Flapped her wings awake,
the warm breeze renewing
her rachis.
Ayla Littlebird
Breathed through her beak
And tasted earth, and day's de`jeuner.
Ayla Littlebird
dug her tiny talons in the foot of her nest,
sprung her bended knees
And unfurled her wings.
Flight

Ayla Littlebird
took to her sky.
Ayla Littlebird
soared her heights.
Ayla Littlebird
spied all.
Ayla Littlebird
did certainly cry.

Ayla Littlebird
still she flies.
Ayla Littlebird.
On, oer the winds,
Ayla Littlebird
committed no sins.

Ayla Littlebird is free and pure.
Ayla Littlebird is an eye in the sky.
Ayla Littlebird laughs,
and often cries.