by Barb Whitmarsh
Bayou City 2, TX Branch
Had it sung but one brief song
Known one moment of Spring
Taken one brief flight
Piped in one dawn
Or one night
Had it made one boastful call
To an unknown mate
Its brief life
Would have been
An enviable fate
This thought is sooo sweet… Drips of memorable Springtimes and Eastertimes long past.
Thanks, Barb, for sharing your poem. Spring has arrived here in North Texas along with so many birds whose activities and songs grace our front lawn. Sometimes I envy them and their ability to awaken life just with their songs. Ah, but your poor bird alas has a different fate… enjoy spring 🙂
I read this beautiful little poem while looking out our keeping room window. A fierce n’disaster is raging outside. I see a multitude of little birds coming and going to my three feeders … Chikadees, cardinals, blue jays, doves and other nameless varieties. These sweet little creatures, defying such harsh conditions tug at my heart as did this poem. Thank you.