3:43 AM.
"Why can't some birds
Fly?"
She started.
As the time passed on.
She was inching ever closer.
I could feel her warmth.
And still she would not sleep.
She was talking for hours.
And I listened drowsily.
Answering her questions.
"I guess some
Have to
Watch over the sky,
And some
Have to
Watch over the land."
She seemed intrigued.
By that answer.
Only making her more curious.
"Who decides
Which birds can't be free
In the sky?"
I shrugged.
Trying to come up with an answer.
She would accept.
"It's just the way,
Life decided it had to be.
Maybe the Higher Beings decide."
She sat up.
And flapped her arms in front of me.
Cawing like a bird.
"What kind of bird
Do you think I am?"
She asked.
I traced shapes.
Into her warm skin.
Thinking. Always thinking.
"A mockingbird."
"Why?"
She cocked an eyebrow.
Tilting her head to the side.
Did she notice?
How much I admired.
How different she really was?
Sometimes I wish she would.
"Because they can sing more
Than one song.
They are spontaneous."
Just like you.
