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Did Anyone Hear the Song Bird cry

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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Shirley Rebstock

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. 

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Jason Brown

Did anyone notice as the little bird cried in vain
On the branches his teardrops leaving a stain

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 ;)

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Shirley Rebstock

Your comment touches my heart and other poets and artists as well I am sure. Thank you 

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Larry Ran

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

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