Perched like a bird on a limb
Yet ready to fall any minute.
I called for some help
But no one heard me.
The branch was ready to fall
And my weight made it more likely.
Seems it was miles below,
Which added to my anxiety.
just as the branch broke away,
I heard my brother call.
It seems it was all a dream
That kept me from a fall.
Love ya!
Jane
Cindy
A fine write. To a brother's love even so in a dream.
Lady Mary Ann