Little Bird

I am in a new place up in the trees.

The wounded wind is soft,

the trees sway back and forth.

I can see something flying toward me,

I want to fly too.

Spreading my arms I jump...

And fall, landing in a pile of mud,

hard on my bottom,

with a thud.

When the thing reaches the new place, it starts falling

It doesn't fall in the pile of mud though.

Instead, it lands gracefully, then picks me up

and back to the new place.

The thing is a bird and she is my mum,

she says I'm not big enough to fly yet...

Maybe next time.