| A Bird in the Hand He believed A bird in the hand Was worth two in the bush� Until he captured it And watched the transformation Eyes, once bright, Staring in glassy terror Its beautiful song Turning to panicked cries of fear Its graceful flight; Forgotten for frantic struggle Then, mortally impaled upon The dagger of his own selfishness, He finally understood� Sometimes, possession is nine-tenths Of Destruction� LilGray |