It perched on my windowsill Looking for a tidbit; A place to rest its weary self, Eyeing the view.
I drew close, in awe of its silhouette Deep, black lined eyes, Rotund, fragile, and beautiful.
But the sight of me made it retreat Farther and farther on the tiny rim. Until it could no longer stand And away it flew; So quick, so sudden, so soon.
– Madhumita Paul
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In my closet I hide, Lock the door tight. Sit down on the carpeted floor, Holding a pencil to write. The walls cold as ice, On this snowy night, Sneer down upon me. As I lower my head and close my eyes. I hum a song to ease the restless mind, It’s time to get to work tonight.