A Little Worry
A little bird fell from a tall tree,
a little child saw its despair.
A little hand reached and touched feathers,
as if brushing a soft head of hair.
A little finger touched softly a small face,
and gently lifted a head.
A downy breast stopped painfully rising,
a little mind knew it was dead.
A little tear fell from a sad eye,
a little boy knew what he must do.
As he buried the bird near the garden,
his little heart was breaking in two.
He wondered how God could let harm come
to something so harmless and free,
and why the little bird was so eager
to leave the tall family tree.
A handmade cross he put on the small grave,
and wiped tears from his sad little eyes.
He vowed that he'd never leave his home,
for he never wanted to die.
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