The Fallen Nest Poem by Juan Olivarez

With the wind blowing wild,
A nest fell from a tree.
And in it a bird child,
Was as scared as could be.

With fear in it's eyes,
It chirped in my face.
And I heard the cries,
Of others of his race.

So I picked up the nest,
And secured it to the tree.
I did my very best,
So that he could be free.

Mama bird stared at me,
As if saying in her mind,
'You're a friend I can see,
How could you be so kind? '

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