Words Of Sorrow Poem by Javier Falcon

I saw a newborn bird die all alone,
its mother leaving it there in the nest,
as its chirp sounded like a deep moan.

As if not wanted, left to die like a pest,
one that could of been so ever sweet,
left to die, leaving me so depressed.

Even in the egg, forsaken from the heat,
and with little or no odds to live,
an attempt to life which led to deceit.

In a world of cold with nothing to give,
just a poor chick in a life so abusive.