Poetry #107

"After all
this time,
I came
back and
you still
welcomed me,"

said the
little bird
landing on
the child's
tiny palm.

"The hatchling
came back,"
said the
man carrying
his son.

The child
tried closing
his hand.
But the
little bird
was fast.

It flew
and on
the man's
stern shoulder
it landed.

"You seemed
to have
not changed,
dear friend,"
the little
bird chirped.

"Still as
beautiful as
you were,
little one,"
he replied.

The child
with his
empty palm
looked at
his father
and said:

"Do you
understand what
she say?"

The father
smiled at
his son
and said:

"I don't."