Tribute to the Little Bird

".../But one little bird/Rests/Down on the ground,/.../For they did not see her,/.../Not one/Fluttered down/To help her up;/She is still waiting/.../"

Chilled air still in fog-

A rumble swallows you whole,

And you listen-

Relieved and welcoming it.

Kind greetings,

Then abrupt cold shoulders-

And the rumbling abandons you to the dark,

Shivering an eternity;

And the savior could not come fast enough-

But they are not your saviors;

They simply could not care.

Little twits and flutters around

From birds, shunned and homeless-

Searching.

And comes an essence;

Half savior,

Half predator-

And they hide,

Quaking

Ever so slightly.

Wind whispers around mockingly,

Invisible-

But always watching;

Always-

And an opposing side,

Like the rest.

The order is given;

All the little birds

Fly away to a perch

Ever so temporary;

To flit

Back and forth between-

But one little bird

Rests

Down on the ground,

Observing

And yearning

For the sense

Of togetherness

She never felt;

For they did not see her,

Broken on the ground

Not one

Fluttered down

To help her up;

She is still waiting

For the one

To show her

How to fly

Again-

And one day

May open her wings

And become part

Of the flock

Once more;

So that she may-

Finally,

Finally-

Be able

To fly home

Again.

Author's Note

What do you think this is really about?

Reviews

[Karen Redburn]

Hello, and welcome to WC. A long and streaming poem, There is loss and disconnection in these emotional versus. Love the idea of lost connections to the flock. It makes sense, and I hope the little bird will find its way home again. Great job!