do you wish
to store me
away for
the winter
days?

hush me
and pack me
away in some
sort of
garage bay.

in the cold,
i still like to
flap my
wings...
i can still
fly,
i'm not
too old.

that pasture
may be
beautiful
and serene
but it's not
for me,
and this,
i
wish you
would see.

please don't
put me out
there
just yet,
i'm not ready
to view my
last sunset.

allow me a
few more
sunrises with
fantasy
running
wild in my
broken
heart....

a few more
days without
an end but
rather,
with a
brand new
start.