Did Anyone Hear the Song Bird cry
Deep in the woods in the dark of night
Creatures crawling, hunting til daylight
Did anyone hear the song bird cry
A sorrowful whistle, don't know why
The sun arose over the hill
People, animals eating their morning meal
Did anyone hear the song bird cry
A sorrowful whistle, don't know why
The whistle became louder hard to ignore
Work, duties, everyone rushing out the door
In the midst of it all the song bird cried
His sorrowful song could be heard over the tide
The tide of the ocean as the waves hit the shore
A sorrowful whistle heard over the ocean roar
Did anyone hear the song bird cry
A sorrowful whistle, don't know why
People people everywhere
The sad whistle, does anyone care
Rushing around with their lives
Singles, children, husbands and wives
Did anyone notice as the little bird cried in vain
On the branches his tear drops leaving a stain
Did anyone hear the song bird cry
A sorrowful whistle, don't know why
Wait, there is one searching for the sound
Of the sorrowful whistle heard all around
Some aggravated wanted to destroy
Could care less if sad little bird was girl or boy
Luckily a kind soul found this little bird in a nest
She kissed away her tears and gave her the best
A sorrowful whistle no longer the little bird's cry
No time for sadness, to the sky and beyond she can fly
She was an unwanted orphan
In a country far away
A lovely lady adopted her
Gave her a chance
Now all can enjoy her beautiful ballet
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Her story was on TV. A poor little orphan girl with a skin condition and not wanted by anyone. She found a picture of a ballet dancer as a child and held onto it with dreams of becoming one although she was in a far away country. A kind lady adopted her here in the states and her dreams came true. Almost a Cindarella story.
This is a sweet, lovely and decidedly apt analogy.
Moreover, this poem is an excellent example of what's truly great about poets and poetry; it's about noticing and bringing to attention the little things...the lost and forgotten things...those things, ideas, thoughts and even people that everyone else breezes past without a second thought.
Beautiful!
J ;)
Your comment touches my heart and other poets and artists as well I am sure. Thank you
My Dear Shirley,
The Song Bird wept in agony
For her mother did no longer be
Killed by bullets flying home
To feed her child, now all alone
No one heard her ardent plea
"Someone please give help to me"
But just before she lost all hope
A kind soul came, her hunger grope
She licked her tears till they were gone
Gave her sustenance from dusk to dawn
Now no more the Song Bird cries
For endless horizons, she now flies
Hugs, Peace and Love,
Larry xxx
This is beautiful what you just wrote. Love it.