Little Bird

A poem

Little bird, little bird, why do you fly

Away from your flock,

Back through the dark sky?

I feel you beating

Your sad little wings,

Alone to face

What Winter brings.

Who brought you to this low,

or was it in the air?

Have you put some thought into

how you’ll surely fare?


I watch you out my window, I see you disappear.

O where, little bird, are you gone to?

Why can’t you stay here?

The End

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