Light as a feather,
small and urgent and quick,
lithe and happy.
everyone called her Birdie.
She would be up and down
at the dinner table,
pecking a few bites,
then up to fetch something
or run to the other room
or flit from one person to the next
making sure everyone had
what they needed.
Speaking in twitters
and cheeps,
caring diligently for her young,
the name was fitting.

Written for Poetic Asides November Poem-a-Day Challenge – prompt: Bird


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