Little Bird

Little bird, tiny one,
Please don’t cry.
Your chirp reaches my ear,
Your song sounds abandoned.
Feathers not fully grown in,
Exposed to the cold,
I bring you in my palm.
I feel your heart
In the grass
You were lost.
Fallen from where you
Should have been.
A nest up high,
Warmth from your mother,
Awaits you.
As I lift your fragile being,
Your song reaches higher.
Your siblings sing back,
excited for your return.
Little bird, be careful,
Don’t try to fly.
You’re not ready to leave.
Your mother will come back,
And fill your belly.
No longer are you lost,
Lucky little thing,
Stay put and listen,
I hear the wings of
Your mother nearby.