Little Bird

I see you, little bird,
as you flutter in the brush
on unsteady wings. And your voice,
a tiny peal of a bell’s song,
pulls with it the first light of dawn.

But oh, little bird, don’t you know?
It’s a scary world outside your door--
here, there be monsters.

And I watch from my porch
the cat creeping close, with
the scent of prey heady in his nose,
attracted by the same song
I was enjoying just a moment ago.

And from the trees, your mother calls
in her angry lecturing voice; or
she is yelling at the cat,
scolding, warning, threatening;
but what can you do, little mother,
when he’s so much bigger than you?

It’s a dog-eat-dog world out there;
or a cat-eat-bird world;
even a bird-eat-bird world, sometimes--
because everything beautiful can be ugly, too.

Oh, little bird,
you should have stayed home.

Reviews

[~*~Peace Keeper~*~]

I love the way it started out, it was very peaceful and beautiful. But yes, sometimes, especially when not careful, they come across danger, and yes sometimes ugly things do happen, hope the other little birds have learned their lessons to stay home until it is time for them to soar!

[Cassandra]

Thank you so much for your kind words!

[~*~Peace Keeper~*~]

^^ You're very welcome!

[Sam Gregory]

Nice, shows your appreciation for nature, was enjoyable to read. Loved the "here there be monsters" line, pirates of the carribbean haha. Only critique i can come up with is I guess maybe include a little more imagery to paint the picture more vivid but thats it. keep it up :)

[Terpsichore]

They are deserved, I genuinely enjoyed this poem.

T

[Terpsichore]

We protect them as best we can, but eventually every little bird has to fly.

First verse to last,this was quite lovely.

T

[Cassandra]

Thank you! I really appreciate your kind words.