© Cassie Tillett
FRIENDSHIP
He only wanted a door of his own
In the corner way out of sight
He'd pop in and out at his own free will
In the morning n last thing at night
His tapping was only a very small sound
Not one that could be heard from afar
Usually the little old lady from flat one
Would leave the door slightly ajar
He’d squatter beneath the stairwell
She’d leave nibbles for him on the ground
He’d coo in response to her speaking
She’d smile at the friend she had found
But today the door remains fastened
And her curtains still remain closed
He coos n taps as loud as he could
For his friend that no one else knows
When the door opens they pass him
No one but her really cared
About the birdie that sat in the corner
Of the doorstep that all of them shared©Mills Laine
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