Blue bird

It is time; for the birds to make way
they spread there wings and begin to fly
the rest pay no attention to the little one
who indeed pays no attention to them
starting to fly south instead of north
her little wings can barely carry her
she struggles past the winter winds
she flys and flys, puts up a fight
falls to the ground
the frozen snow heavy wind begins to freeze her
every inch of her little body goes numb
for she only wanted to reach the warmth
now she lies in her frozen bed
resting till the end
her eyes glazed over like beads of black ice
her wings stetched in trying to keep warm
but it was no match for the deathly cold, the snow, the blizzard
it swallowed her whole, in freezing her body in the ice
The little blue bird would never make it north
never see the warmth
nor the light of day
poor helpless little blue bird