This article is written by a student writer from the Her Campus at Kutztown chapter and does not reflect the views of Her Campus.
He leapt from dusty blinds upon the floor
Chasing quiet echoes in the morningÂ
Seen by sunlight filtered through the cracked doorÂ
His brother flittered yesterday at four
So in solidarity or mourning
He leapt from dusty blinds upon the floor
Flapping curtains led him to the lakeshore,Â
The trumpets celebratory horning,
Seen by sunlight filtered through the cracked door
They’ll try to catch you now and ever moreÂ
But he flittered with deaf ears adorningÂ
He leapt from dusty blinds upon the floor
He’d walk but there are no feet to be wornÂ
Only alive till grace of midmorning
He leapt from dusty blinds upon the floor
Seen by sunlight filtered through the cracked doorÂ