Little Baby Bird Poem by Nicole Brewer

Little baby bird,
Under your mother's wing,
When will you fly?
When will you sing?
It will be cold outside soon,
Better be ready.
Your mother's getting old,
her body getting heavy.
Little baby bird,
Your mother didn't survive.
When hit by a car,
She didn't come out alive.
Now what, Baby bird?
Without a mother
Or a place to grow?
You have to get food,
That you know.
Little baby bird,
you should've known
the dropp was steep,
Now you have to lay there,
Without any heat.
Poor baby bird,
I wish I found you quicker,
now you lay there cold,
Your body getting sicker.
It's too late now, little baby bird,
No hope for you soon.
I can take care of you,
Until you closed your eyes one afternoon.
Little baby bird,
Buried under the strawberry plants,
I wished you could've seen spring arive...
But you can't.