The Ugly Litlle Bird

Someone has pulled me out of the grass Because I had fallen From a black branch. O sweet! O wild! The cats are evil here! O am an ugly little bird – with my soft beak I keep pecking at the running brook And I screech when at someone Bruuised by the brute force I look! My wings still cannot fly But I love to travel. My little feet I can hardly raise. Restraining my wild little shudders I feebly into the sky gaze. I do not want to be in the nest In which darkness keeps me warm. Alone and all my own Weak and strong, I remain out, in the storm!