LITTLE BIRD
The other day a little bird flew out
of it’s nest. My dog was watching it
and immediately grabbed it. I was
too late to save this beautiful baby and
it broke my heart.
Your first flight was your last flight,
your wings were just too small.
And though I tried to save you
I was no help at all.
I picked your broken body up
as rain fell from the skies,
I watched you breathe your last,
one last blink of your eyes.
I cry each time I think of you,
your life so brief on earth,
but I know angels held you,
as you flew to heaven’s berth.
I know God sees each sparrow fall,
you’re precious in His sight,
so little bird spread your wings,
and fly in Heaven’s skies.
© Forrest Phelps-Cook
By forrestc
© 2009 forrestc
(All rights reserved)
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