There once was a stick
A part of a nest
Handpicked by birds
And placed for a rest

This stick was set
To keep them warm
To shield from wind
To protect from storm

But day after day
And night after night
The little birds were wet
But no rain was in sight

They then soon realized
The stick they had chose
Was slanted, out of place
And them, it did expose

So out of the nest
They threw the stick
The slanted price of wood

They wanted to be dry
To be shielded from the sky
Yet to it, those were nigh

The stick now lays
Soaked on the ground
Again though no rain comes

Shivering, mourning, and disappointment
Are its emotions in a sum
Casted out a forlorn friend
A burden to them all