Baby bird blue,
Baby bird,
You know you,
Better than your own mother do.
Baby bird knew.
She knew if she flew.
She would never turn back
She would always move,
In the direction of the wind.
Her mother knew this sadly.
So she clipped her wings.
She never taught baby blue to,
Flap her wings.
But baby bird blue,
Baby bird knew.
She had to go soon.
Her mother had left.
Searching for food.
So baby bird stood tall.
At the edge of her nest.
Her baby bird siblings,
Prayed she'd do her best.
They knew she could've splat.
Baby bird blue said goodbye,
Then she dived.
Free falling.
Face forward.
But her wings didn't grab air!
Baby bird Blu descended fast.
But before she hit the ground.
SPLAT!
She heard her mother yell.
"Blue no!
I don't want to lose you.
Flap your wings and fly baby Blue!
I know I never taught you but flying its in you!"
And in the last second,
Baby bird blue flapped her wings hard.
So hard, her wings took wind and she flew.
She flapped and flapped until she rose.
She flew to her mother.
Proclaimed,
"I love you, but I must go find my own view."
She pecked her mother goodbye,
And wrapped her wing around her baby bird siblings.
Then, baby bird blue took off,
And she flew and flew.
Baby bird blue was gone.
And her mother didn't know what to do.
She'd grown up.
Left the nest.
She flew.
And baby bird never looked back.
She flew and flew.
With the sun to her back.
Hitting her wings.
Like she'd been flying for years.
YOU ARE READING
She.
PoetryPoetry, scenes and short stories written from the fingertips of a girl who doesn't know her own heart. She's filled each corner with love and light that she thought was pure just to watch it rot off and fill like a gaping dark hole. But these heartb...
