that early morning <br />the yellow love bird <br />perhaps tired or <br />perhaps lost <br />perched on the <br />steel railing of <br />the veranda, and i <br /> <br />approached it <br />with my arms stretched <br />my hands open <br /> <br />i flew away on a rush <br />perhaps thinking <br />that i will catch and put <br />it in a cage, it <br /> <br />got me wrong, all <br />i wanted is to see it fly <br /> <br />yes, i want it to fly away <br />where it must really belong<br /><br />RIC S. BASTASA<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-yellow-love-bird/
