THE LITTLE BIRD

She cried and cried for the little bird

Such a pitiful cry I have never heard

This little bird was saved from the cat

And she was very happy about that

It chirped a little as she picked it up

And in her hands did gently cup

She stroked the feathered head

But did not know the bird was dead

She thought the bird had gone to sleep

When no longer she did hear a peep

She was given a little shovel and told a hole to dig

And to put the bird in it and cover it up because the bird was dead

She wondered why she put dirt all over this little bird

Just because a peep was no longer heard

Why cover it up when it’s just asleep

She wondered about it later and started to weep

Then she really started to cry

And wondered what it means to die

She cried and cried for the little bird

Such a pitiful cry I have never heard

Bonnie Jean

August 23, 1990

To a little 7 year old girl.

This poem won an Honorable Mention December 12, 1990 from the World Of Poetry.