It Used to Be

June 19, 2008
By Kaleigh Boyd, Mill Creek, WA

He felt empty.
You could almost see
right through him.
It used to be
that he had at least some small song
or chirp within him.
A flutter of movement.
A spark of life.
That was until the day
that Sammy died.
Now he sat,
sunlight hitting his thin bars.
A cage without a
bird.


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