Little Bird

She wore heavily applied make up every day and she sold herself at the highest price from 8 to 10 on a corner, she was young and determined. She was a rose and a thorn and her name: I don't know, I never found out, I never asked her, I never spent time with her nor what she offered, I was a snot-nosed brat and I only watched her go from well to well. And she was a little bird with white wings that flew from balcony to balcony, that flew from square to square, she was a seller of love, offering up to the highest bidder her tune. Five winters passed and she was still there at her usual time, on the same corner, she was young and determined. And her skin was still as rosy and her thorn was just as sharp and she smiled as she passed by the onlookers beneath that streetlight. Night after night, she was arrested twenty times and she sang her song behind bars. young and determined. And her skin was still as rosy and her thorn was just as sharp and she smiled as she passed by the onlookers beneath that streetlight. Night after night, she was arrested twenty times and she sang her song behind bars.