The Bird

by Lindsay   Jun 2, 2009


I was too young I think,
To know the difference between right and wrong
Not that I know now
But I know I did not know then

A bird in the road must be dying
But to a child, one that merely could not fly
So why
Not throw the bird, so that it may learn?

When it stopped flapping
It was probably sleeping.
So my mother gave it a bed of dirt,
And a blanket of earth and grass
So that it may rest.

The bird had had a long day
I thought
Learning how to fly.
Of course it was tired.

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  • 14 years ago

    by The Queen

    That was beautiful...I liked how you describe yourself as a bird, and as how young and innocent you are..But as i read further I realized that it was a sad one especially when you mentioned the relationship between you and your mother...I'll give you another 4 for that as i think, there are some minor lines to be fixed however it is just my opinion and not to be taken in a wrong way..

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