![]() The little bird.A Poem by Chain of Hearts
Winter comes fast, faster than a lightning bolt
The snow starts to fall heavily along with the dripping icicles Many people stay in their homes, all cozy and snug While a little bird travels, walking by himself His family had left him behind, as he was a slow flyer His wings are frozen, in vain trying to keep him warm He imagines his family probably bathing in the sun Of a faraway country Hawaii, or Mexico He yearns for a companion to help him get through But there's not a single movement out in the winter storm Walking against the wind, little bird fights the flakes of snow blowing into his face He's alone! forever he would think Never will the sun come back, as the sky is white With the snowflakes all different sizes But suddenly, the snow recedes to a gentle fall And there is the sun! All bright and all Little bird cries out filled with glee He realizes he'll live he thinks so happily He looks around for shelter But discovers there's none. There must be somewhere where I could stay! It doesn't have to be Mexico, right, okay? Oh there! A cottage! All bright and aglow And there is another animal, presumably a doe The doe is eating something, but what could it be? I have to eat something, yes, don't you see? The little bird waddles, or at least tries to fly To the tiny cottage, where food may lie Also, there'd be shelter! A warm, snug room! Oh goody, this is getting better, oh there is the moon! I must hurry ever so fast so I make it in time Before the sky gets dark, I could make it a mime! Step by step, breath by breath, the little bird walks But ever so fast the bird is lifted up! By who knows what, a ghost, the wind? It feels so soft and warm! At that moment the little bird realizes that the thing is a hand Someone is carrying him, to a death sentence, or a home? She's carrying him toward the cottage! And then breaks into a run She opens the door with so much as a touch He hopes that he's safe, oh, so very much The woman puts him in a snug little cloth, All fuzzy and warm, with little holes from a moth She gives the little bird some seeds and drinkable water, Why does she help me, is she a kind woman's daughter? She nursed the little bird back to good health, And now it is spring, no need for a warm hearth The flowers are damp with the dew That the little bird feasts on all morning But every so often the little bird goes To the kind woman's house, And she feeds him some seeds, not a mouse The little bird will always remember the kind woman. © 2015 Chain of HeartsFeatured Review
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7 Reviews Added on January 10, 2015 Last Updated on January 10, 2015 Author![]() Chain of HeartsAlberta, CanadaAboutHey pals! So welcome to my page, I hope you take an interest in my writing- I will definitely look into yours. -------------------------------------------------------------------- TAKE NOTE: Pl.. more..Writing
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