Poor little birdy.
I saw you lay helpless in the alley.
Broken wing? I'm not sure.
I wondered as i watched you and my heart hit the floor.
You couldn't move. You couldn't even try.
Oh wonderful your birdy friend is here to help!.... I thought to myself.
Then he got on top of you and started to peck out your eye.
Oh myyy.
Whats happening? I can't let this go on.
So i chased him and away he flew.
But the damage was already done.
Poor little one.
Should i end your pain i ask myself?
Today was the first time i heard a bird whimper.
You're no longer in pain. Fly high.
And if i see that other bird again his wings i will fry.
Poor little birdy.
Fly high.




-Jennifer DeAngelo
Copyrighted 2016