Saturday, June 11, 2011
It was born to fly and prey,
Instead it fell in hay.
When a wild dog holds it's throat,
The predator has nothing to hold.
When a human touch saves,
There is hope,it may stay.
Quenching it's thirst and fear,
It believes it may fly all clear.
But, when nature has it her way
Not even a spirited flame can stay.
Even though, i knew you for a little while,
I shall miss you for the rest of my life.
Red eyed and sharp pecked.
You may be dead
But,one day you shall come back to me..
Rest in peace my little birdy,
You were a hope for me,
Even, if you may have left this ground..
You shall fly in heaven and around.