A Little Birdie Told Me Poem by Shannon Greenwald

A little birdie told me once that I had died,
When I left school a certain person who was
Near and dear to my heart,
Told people, everyone in fact that I had died.
You see this wouldn’t have been such a problem if I had in fact
Lost my life, but I am very much alive,
And I was then as well.
A little birdie told me I was going to jail,
A list had been found with names
Of people to be killed.
Police were told that I wrote it,
When in fact not a single word or letter on the entire sheet
Had been in my handwriting.
But believe me the Police did not,
And beautiful German Shepard’s were what they brought,
Until they heard from a sweet little bird
That it had all been false.
A little birdie told me that my family was looking into grave plots
And caskets.
Distant family mind you,
Thinking I would die, no hope of life
Even though they didn’t have all the facts.
They didn’t care, at the slight mention of death
They needed to prepare.
Little birdies are just messengers,
For the truth or for lies,
For the bad or for the good,
A true birdie bears all.