Dead Bird

The dead bird stared at me
With its motionless, glassy eye.
"You lived a good life," I thought.
Too bad I never tried.

The dead bird lay on the cement today.
Should I get a box, a tray?
I will never forget
Those words I would never say.

The dead bird, I brought it home with me.
It's spirit could keep me company.
I never thought to buy it feed,
Or it would still be in that tree.

Reviews

[Matching Socks]

Great little Poem.........

[Kesha]

This is good. You said quite a bit with so little words. I enjoyed this piece. Good job!

[Sami Khalil]

I felt the sadness in the story-type poem...Bravo.............