Little Bird

Le Lanfonnet

Now, I fully admit, I was completely off my face when I wrote this, walking back in the rain along the causeway from Abingdon to Culham one night, having stopped to say hello to a pigeon sheltering by the church on Stert Street. Interesting how important flying has ended up in my life.

Little bird so delicate
Little bird so free
Little bird so beautiful
How happy you must be
Knowing nothing of our world
Its trouble and its strife
Knowing just the one important thing
And that is life

© Rich Harding, 1985 (2nd September)