little bird

little bird listens
and sings to the wind
his voice overheard
by the leaves and the limbs
of tree tops
green
with everlasting life
sprinkled with droplets
of dew from the sky.

its not what it looks like

its not what it looks like, i swear
utterly harmless, nothing to worry of.
oh, a monster?
well then yes, you'd be correct.