A small baby bird
Lies trapped in her shell
She's safe under her mothers arms
From the wrath of hell.
But poor baby bird
Wanted to fly
And off she went
Without a goodbye.
No longer protected
With her mothers guidance
The small baby bird
Wept tears of silence.
The open world
Was not accepting
And society judged her
Even when she was surrendering.
She longed for her mother
And regretted her decision.
Her poor mother's heart
Was surely broken.
Let this be a lesson
To those far and wide
Never leave home
Without a goodbye.
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Poems for a Rainy Day
PuisiSome people stock up on pennies for rainy days: I stock up on small poems. Just a few random poems that I create when I am bored. For the best experience (if you even have a good experience), I would recommend reading each line by itself. Thanks fo...
