Little Bird
I did not see
The little bird
That flew into
The window pane.
I only heard a thump
And it's little chirp of pain
As it lay dying
In the cold, hard rain.
Poor little bit of life
That no one really saw
But God.
I feel like that little bird sometimes
Lost and alone
In my own world of pain.
Josette Davis Key 2017
Copyright © Josette Key | Year Posted 2017
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