Birdie Poem by Neso Onyeuche

a little birdie had injured his wing
which, for a birdie, was not a good thing

hurt little birdie remained on the ground
looking up envious, stumbling around

stormy grey clouds entered, blocking all light
darkening a day that was ever so bright

mad little birdie then cursed at the sky
hobbling away, he found somewhere to hide;

leaned on a tree by the house round the bend
now by himself, for himself he must fend.

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the man on the news (pretending to be sad)
told of the death of a man who was mad
who lived in the woods in the house round the bend

nobody knew of our feathery friend

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though little birdie now rests in the dirt
safe little birdie is no longer hurt