A crystal bird one day flew by
She saw his glass wings touch the sky
He dipped and soared, what a sight to see
She stopped to watch, what could it be?
The sunlight touched each wing with care
The colors bounced and filled the air
Such a winsome sight, a song in verse
Could she touch it and make it hers?
Then a once he was so clear
As he set down, he was so near
Her hand reached out to touch his wing
When suddenly he began to sing
The melodies did fill the air
All she could do was sit and stare
Such wondrous sound from one so small
She wanted the bird, she wanted it all
Her fingers lit upon his head
The crystal burst the bird was dead
The beauty, the wonder, the moment lost
Was one single touch really worth the cost?
M.B.Hall
January 12, 1994