Lil Bird Poem by James Casey

Lil Bird

A stroll along this old path beaten and worn
A soft patch of grass laid over by a storm
Vine and vegetation on a green and brown wall
The trail through trees, an umbrella for all

Where tall pines tower over wide stately oaks
Maple leaves paint colorful patches on vertical posts
Leaving the forest the path takes me through tall grass
Been here many times, this surely won't be my last

Walking I hear a 'click' and a flutter
Something darting under dense cover
Then it appears looking back at me
A little brown bird, that I can see

A tiny feathered ball nervously hopping around
From branch to branch making a soothing sound
Chirp, chirp, chirping from branch then the ground
It's chirping was his song, a very tranquil sound

With it's little stick legs that grasp a small limb
A white belly, yellow beak and a crooked grin
A chirp then a hop and a leap into the air
As he sang his song without nary a care

The little bird was consumed by his song
I too welcomed it and tried to hum along
Lil bird was oblivious to my part in it's song
Then continued on it's way I didn't tag along

Jim 2005