The Bird Poem by cheryl davis miller

The Bird



I hit a bird the other day;
did not slow down and did not sway.
My mind was too pre-occupied
to act; so we would not collide.

Wiping a tear as I passed by
my guilt and shame I'd not deny.
Instead I'd vow to slow life down;
drive slower as I go to town.

Remain alert to wing and tail;
so I no other birds assail.
To say, ' I'm sorry, ' seems too trite
for having hit him in mid-flight.

POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
c.d.m.5/25/13
Sorry..
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
David Mclansky 12 June 2013

You broke my foot, You broke my wing, I flopped down hard, Boy does that sting. Now I lie in the underbrush, As for tuneful chirps, Their is no rush. A kitty cat is here about, His owners have just put her out; No songs for now, I'll just lie still, Oh hello Madame Kitty Cat You've put on weight Yes, you do look fat.

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