A Bird in the hand
From my childhood
I remember holding the sparrow so tight
It heart just beats so hard and so fast
I became more curious. As I look into
His small beady eyes;
I smile, he chirp and whines, begging for mercy
Against the odds, he bite deep into my thumb
It just wants to be free!
To navigate the world
I was startled by these words
Yay! Better let the bird in your hands go
Before he peck out your nose
That was the day
I said up, up and way little birdie.
I am so sorry!center