Description: I was half awake one morning, whenI invented this scenario, I admit, I almost cried. It started because I was awaken by the chirps of a bird, possibly a lost baby.
The birdie it chirps
From the top of a tree
It does not chirp alone
But with siblings of three,
Waiting for its mother;
An open beak
Waiting for a worm
With it’s siblings of three
On top of the tree
Inside a nest,
It waits and it waits
Just like the rest,
The mother takes too long
Outside her nest,
The birdie still waits
Just like the rest
It stretches its neck
To look down below,
Too small to see
One day it will grow,
Out of its nest
The birdie stepped up
To look for its mommy
That never showed up
As it took a leap
It tried to fly
But could not
For birdie was way too high
From the top of the tree
Down birdie fell
Onto the ground
It did not know well
Night fell twice
And still birdie chirps
On that ground
Where night creatures lurk
Weak and weary
from the top of the tree
birdie can not hear
It’s siblings of three
It sits still
On top of a mound
Worried for her mother
Who cannot be found
But birdie still chirped
to the call of her name
in search for her mommy
who never came.
this was pretty sad. how did u come up with this? it was really good and kinda unsettling. it makes u wonder what happened to the mom. did something eat her? did she get shot? u never know
wow that's really sad it's really great how u can take somehting so natural and make it seem so poetic and sad the flow was kinda off at points but all and allit was a really good poem I hope to get the chance to read more of your poems keep it up
This is cute. How'd u think of that! anyways, I feel bad for the bird. But in my mind I have a happy ending, the mother finds him and he learns how to fly. :)
This is possibly one of the saddest poems I have ever read. I originally read it because of a friend who died. Everyone called her birdie. Which made this even harder for me to read. I like that way you put yourself in the baby birds perspective. It just made me sad because the birdie probably died too. LeAnna
As a bird owner and lover, I respect mother nature and how she has to do this all the time for the survival of birdkind. It doesn't make it any easier when I see the occasional one who didn't make the cut having been eaten by cats and other predators. Those of you who found this poem deep and thought provoking may also enjoy my poem "Lost Socks - 2nd edition" ; )
Submission Name: Birdie
