Little bird

by steve   May 12, 2005


Once upon a time I found this little bird
laying there injured, looking absurd
I could tell its life had left it battered
just look at its wings all torn and tattered

I had no choice but to follow the cry
to fix its broken wings I had to try
when I picked it up, it felt so weak
and when it tried to sing it gave a squeak

over the weeks I showed this bird love
and slowly, surely, it turned into a dove
though I'm not ready my bird is ready to fly
but reluctantly I have too so I do it with a sigh

so I open my hand and I let this bird go
make me proud, give the world a show
now go, go, fly my little bird
don't forget to look back as you fly onward

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  • 18 years ago

    by Kelly

    Aw okay i keep commenting on ALL your poems i know but this one is great. Its so cute and happy and im glad that the birdy survived. You had to let it go in the end (is there a deeper meaning to the poem i wonder) Anyway another 5/5.

    Kelly
    xx

  • 19 years ago

    by Dorotea©

    Once again, great poem! The idea is pretty original and the flow was good too. I must say I really enjoyed that poem...The last lines were my favorite! Keep writing and take care,
    Satuxxa

  • 19 years ago

    by lilbballfrk

    yes, i agree with No More. its a GREAT POEM! 5/5 keep up the good wrk.

  • 19 years ago

    by ~*Ley*~

    this is gonna sound weird, but cant i stay in the nest with you and go out for a little hile? haha i still wanna know that i can perch on your window and you'll fix any wounds i might have collected, or that i can fly in and sing to you when you feel sad, or that i may just sit on your shoulder and talk to you for a while....
    ~Freak~

  • 19 years ago

    by AJ

    Wow, short but powerful. Good job. 5/5 Thanks for the comment.

    ~no more

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