Baby Bird by Gary R. Ferris
Ever feel like a baby bird in a tree?
Eyes newly opened he can barely see.
With his mother away to fetch a worm,
Heâ€™s scared to move, wiggle or squirm.
He can sense there is a big world out there,
But all he know is itâ€™s quite a scare.
He stays huddled up in the nest,
Trusting his mother wants only the best.
When he closes his eyes he begins his dreams,
Of souring over mountains and wide-open streams.
Of the clouds he will pass as he sours so high,
And the beauty of the earth from up in the sky.
He travels the land resting on trees,
And conquers all, even the seas.
He dreams of a life in a loving state,
And longs for the beauty of his mate.
He anticipates the day of chirpers of his own,
What they will look like and longs for a clone.
The freedom expressed from flying away,
Oh he dreams of that day.
But right now his wings are so weak,
As he looks over the nest to take a peak.
Too scared to try and give them a test,
So heâ€™d better stay in the nest.
He seems so weak and timid right now,
He wonders when he will fly and how.
He still needs mother to care for him,
And all those dreams seem so dim.
This baby bird is still full of fear,
His dreams seem distance, but still so near.
This is how I feel without you here,
To encourage me and lend your ear.