Little Birdy

She flew to me,

smooth as the sea,

flying through and quick.

She sat upon my shoulder,

her weight like a boulder,

her secrets holding thick.

Her tweet and whisper,

led my ears to blister,

the truths a burning pyre.

The tears fall,

the event banal,

with the lying fire.

She won't fly away,

she is here to stay,

the demon on my shoulder. 

Tick goes the clock,

yet I am here docked,

a puppet to the older.