Fly my pretty

Little bird, enjoy your freedom.  

Don't linger unregarded to pick 

once, twice, obscurely in the gloom

at smoke-grey cinders strewn 

among the disgarded butts of life. 

Don't pause to rage at strangers 

passing for a day, disfiguring Eden,

spreading uncertainty and strife.

Walk your walk, find your own path,

love life, look up with courage,

and laugh at what  chance will bring. 

Above all, remember you have wings

and so can fly as well as sing.