Randy McClave

Rookie - 840 Points (Ashland, Kentucky)

Little Bird


I watch you timid and scared little bird
As you peck for food from the ground
Sadness for you it has occurred
Today for you, no food will be found,
The wind is cold and again she'll blow
Scattering all morsels so far away
Your next adversity will be the snow
Upon your search, it too will weigh,
You search the yard all over once again
You peck and peck searching for a bite
But being fed, sadly you do not know when
You ready yourself again to take flight,
I toss you crumbs so you will not die
But the wind it does not care about you
She blows her breath she will not comply
Because of her, you must bid adieu,
I open my window so you to enter my home
Then I left a plate of food upon the floor
But you know I am here, and you’re not alone
So now I welcome you through my front door,
If I could only transform myself into a bird
Happily and hungrily would you accept this food
But I am not GOD, and a man is not preferred
As one must be trusted and the faith renewed.

Submitted: Monday, September 02, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, September 03, 2013
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