Busy bird I can hear the beat of your wing
Off canyon wall in the hollow of the stream
And those rattles in your throat you say or sing
Said or sung as you seek supper it would seem
Whatever you sing or say other birds know
Or seem to know what you seem to be saying
And I think I understand you even though
This might be further than I should be straying
To say that you sound optimistic about
Your lot in life uncomplicated by doubt
Contraband Marriage, traveling along the hemline of loving after incarceration, is a love story written in lyric and free form, set in reality with a different ever after.
Steve Chering.UK