TINY SOUL

O!
The feathered friend
Soaring shy
In the sky,
Parted
Least,
Any humans
Could see.
Flutter away
In the beckoning sky.
Deep down,
The urbanity dies down
All ceramic and
All untrustworthy.
An awareness,
In anguish
Doth flows down
In ravines deep.
Why frequently
Do I not see,
That,
Which is brightly plumed
Chirping,
Gaze tilting,
bright eyed
Tiny souls
With tiny heads