A True Story

A True Story (I watched it happen)

A little fledgling bird, one day,

Sat on a pine tree limb,

And chirped and waited patiently

For mom to come feed him.

The mama bird came flying down.

She had a cherry, red.

The baby opened wide its beak

And then threw back its head.

The cherry was a bit too big.

The bird's mouth was too small.

Mom pushed to force the fruit inside.

It caused her babe to fall.

With fluttering wings, it tried to grip

A lower trembling limb.

The mother dropped the cherry down

And loudly chirped at him.

The baby's struggles were in vain

It fell and hit the dirt.

But since the limb was near the ground,

The baby wasn't hurt.

It flapped its wings to dust them off,

And flew beneath the tree.

Then chirped at mom with mournful sound,

“Please give some food to me.”

The mother found the cherry, red

And pecked the fruit in half.

If you had seen that baby eat,

I know you would have laughed.

It opened up its little beak,

Its cheeks were puffed out wide.

Its eyes shone bright when mama bird

Just stuffed each half inside.

Patio Poetry July 13, 2008