Sticky Bird

Sticky bird, sticky bun

Poor fella’s all outta fun

Flipping and flopping and flapping; Trying to fly

Stuck in the spinning ‘round paper on high

How did this happen?

What did he do?

To get himself stuck

Sideways ‘cross the sticky flypaper goo?

 

Stony day, gray skies anyway

Looks as if it’s going to rain today anyway away

My eyes are on that poor bird

Trapped and scared all in a word

So helpless now, stuck and confined

Amazing in its treacherous bind

Underneath the awning top

Held still of motion on the spot

Pretty bird with scared eyes

Watching us as we poked and prayed

Carefully, I held the aviary in hand

Slowly I removed it as best one can

 

To the lawn I placed it and let loose my hand

It shook just a moment feeling now free and on land

Confused and confounded

It shook off the moment, it did

Looking at us, my sister and me

Looking upwards it sprang up so free

Back to the sky as though nothing happened

Forgetting the two traps it had just been clasped in

All in a spot, we had all been in

 

To be trapped in a moment, a second, a whim

How strange that this happens once maybe each day

To so many of us in this lifelong play

Strange to recall a bird fluttering on it’s side

Glad to have released it from the prison the bird had in the space held to lie

Imagine what might have happened

If no one had been there to remove all life’s trappings