One day a nest of birds I did see,
upon the top of an old oak tree.
I watched to see what they'ld do,
high above in skies of blue.
One bird in the group, he seemed to stand out.
They pecked at his body and all about.
They would try to push him from the nest,
Always tormented, he could not rest.
Each day he'ld try to learn to fly,
he'ld point his wings into the sky.
He'ld flap and flap, with battered stings.
Dreams now broken, this bird still sings.
He sings for what will come tomorrow,
to help him overcome his sorrow.
To finally leave this torchered place,
to finally find his saving grace.
The next day I watched, I hoped he'ld fly.
Come on little bird, just one more try.
This time you'll make it, I am sure it's true.
This time your body, will know what to do.
Again I watched as he raised his wings,
for one more try, with his battered stings.
He lept upon a very stiff breeze,
and began to fly, as if with ease.
I watched him fly up to a cloud,
I heard him singing very loud.
Happy as a bird could be it seems,
Free to fly, and begin chasing dreams.
A contest entry
- Tell me a Story by TabbyCat.
750 points, ended April 2, 2008, 44 entries
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Comments
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how beautiful !!!
and guess what, I have just been adopted by a baby-blackbird who is trying to make her first clumsy tries to fly here in my living-room ... she'd fallen out of her nest and a neighbor brought her here, knowing I would take care of her properly ...
your poem just pushed this extra-sensitive string in me ... thinking that my little birdie has probably also been pushed out of the nest like the one in your story ... well, it maybe wanted to come here !
it will definitely not starve, and soon, when prince blackbird will invite her for a ride, she will be able to follow his call ... and how happy I will be for her ...
thank you, you made my day,
maa
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A hope-filled story...not accepted in his own nest, but he makes it anyways. Lovely. Thanks!
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Wow this poem makes me think of a baby when they first start to walk and when they finally get it right you see that bug smile on their faces like they have been walking for quite a while.
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