Little Bird Poem by Herbert Dry

I see you little bird high in the tree I see the fluttering of your wings you are in the sights of my bb gun you sing not knowing death is near
If I pull the trigger little bird you will fall to the ground lifeless and without song I see you little bird amongst the leaves of the tree
I watch I listen your beauty is breath taking your song so soft and trusting you know not little bird your life is in my hands go now little bird sing your song of happiness to the lonely the broken hearted share your beauty as you fly tree to tree