A little bird flew to a tower and found a princess by the window he read her eyes as he laid on her finger and found a witch staring back with wisdomDo you want me? asked the bird are my colors what you seek? is my song your lasting wish? is this perch why you call me here?The princess-witch reflected need and spoke in spells calling him near inviting him to make a home as she fed him little pieces of hopeHe watched her weeks until he began to change his wings aged losing strength his peak cracked and eyes turned redWhy? he asked as she fed him a little more with soft hands, smiling eyes, mystic voice placing him gently near the stoveShe needs me, he thought my orange chest my black feathers on my head his joyful shrill as he fed and became stillA princess-witch sits sad on a tower watching her window, combing her hair, placing a flower as sky’s colors turn orange-black, white and red and her voice, fulfilled, breaks into a loving shrill
