To the sky, a gun was fired,
A bird shot down, tangled on a wire,
Bidding farewell, to the life he desired,
He missed a beat, that the heart required.
A frizzy worm fell, off his beak,
A drizzle of hay, slipt from his feet,
The flock flew away, with cries and screams,
While baby bird in the nest, longed for his meal.
That innocent soul, lifted into the skies,
With desires, hopes, and baby bird in mind,
The skies absorbed, the sorrows with sighs,
And mourns reigned, for an untold good bye.
Tear drops escaped, the eyes of the sky,
Rain drops fell, on the nest so fragile,
Baby bird wondered, why isn't dad on time,
Until the nest fell off, while his broken heart cried.
Lying on, the muddy floor,
Looking up, he saw a door,
That opened wide, with a bright glow,
With four wings spread wide, and a cheerful hello.
A sweet chirp said, "come darling let's go",
Another said "Dads with you, our little fellow",
With this being said, baby bird left with his soul,
To the life that's safe, on the other-side of the door.
-Debra R. N. Ludwick-
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