Little bird is still,
Never had the chance to fly
Never had the chance to soar
Into the deep blue sky.
Little bird is mute,
Never had the chance to sing
Never had the chance to call
Its parents on the wing.
Little bird is blind,
Never had the chance to see
Never had the chance to look
As it fell from the tree.
Little bird at peace,
Never had the chance to live
Never had the chance to breathe
The air that longed to give.
ANDREW BLAKEMORE
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/little-bird-3/
