It’s a lovely summer morning,
I am in my room, sitting.
I let my window open,
I breath fresh air
While waiting for something to happen,
I see a bird in despair.
It’s a baby bird,
It looks rather sad.
I want to invite it in,
Yet I have no idea how to begin.
That this cutie is away from its parents.
I don’t want to scare it away,
Thus I stay put
Daring not to say
Anything, bad or good.
Recalling my mom’s kiss
On my cheeks,
I reckon this bird must miss
Its mom for weeks.
I want to have a chance
To play with it in the wild,
I imagine we do space dance
To entertain the world.
“what have you found?”
I feel the lips
And hear the words,
As I turn around,
I see toy ships
And game swords.
I give a heavy sign,
The bird is disturbed and is gone,
I ask my mom to leave me alone!
This is my entry 4
Thursday Thinking Tank #13 (Kiss) at Poets United
and Monday’s Child #10 hosted by Signed-bkm
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Oh such a sweet story. Am glad the little bird was okay and could fly. Hopefully it found its mother, too. Good story! I love birds.
What a charming piece, so simply put in the way of a child…I love this poem, and the illustration you chose for it is perfect!
It’s wonderful to see you featured on Poets United..I will go back and read the whole piece after I visit a few more Prompt posts. Congratulations…
beautiful piece, lovely story — the ties to motherhood, between human and bird and the emotion the child has for the poor thing….well done…miss jingle…bkm
A wonderfully written post, Jingle! =)
You have a tender heart that shows in your writing. I enjoyed the little story in verse very much. Thank you for sharing.
A very sweet and nostalgic poem!
Jingle a really nice poem!
You capture the voice of the child quite nicely here..a very pleasant poem to read…thanks.
Lovely story and words to illustrate the mother and child’s bond. I remember the days when I can take my kid’s boo boo away with a bandage and a kiss. And they thought I was the greatest doctor ever lived. 🙂
Beautiful piece. : )
Such a sweet story… too bad the bird left!
You reminded me of my childhood, well I still sometimes watch outta window like this but yeah am no more innocent enough to think on birds like this as I used to do as a child. thankQ for sharing such a beautiful vivid poem, glad that the bird is okay, glad that he has him mum to kiss him, hope someday that bird meets her mum as well.
it was uncanny, well done dear, it was very realistic xxx
And the moment was broken. Sigh. 😛
Lovely little poem about that careful, shared moment between boy and bird, Jingle. The illustration that accompanies it is real fine too. I probably ought to know of the artist, but I don’t unfortunately.
Such a pleasant rhymming poem.. so sweet words to express the child’s feel… Great…
–Someone Is Special–
I read it as if you’re speaking through you son…so beautiful and sweet.. brings back memories from my own. Thanks Ji, really enjoyed this very much!! Many hugs xx
How wonderful! I love the innocence of the child wanting to protect the baby bird. Very nice.
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So sweet. 🙂
awww, Jingle, I love this.
I feel like that bird.
how are you?
Aww, very sweet and touching. I am very fond of baby birds. Very cute!
n lovely wordsssssssssss
That’s a beautiful story, Ji…. I was feeling a little sorry for the little birdie, but when said that it had flown, I was kinda happy.. I mean it must have found its way, right?! Ofcourse, the child must’ve felt bad that it had gone… yet, I am sure he too felt happy later 🙂
This is lovely, Jingle.. you are sooo kind and gentle..
Much love to you… (hugs)
A lyrically moving poem. Very nice.
“I feel the lips
And hear the words,
As I turn around,
I see toy ships”
– Some lovely words my dear, I like this…..very playful…and…fluffy? Lol…good job kiddo!
Nice jingle..So cute thoughts.Really enjoyed..Thanks for visiting me and leaving comments.
very cool poem! 😉
have a fun safe weekend !
That’s really good, Jingle, I love the little story you tell so effectively!
I love how you spoke as a curious child, inviting and kind!
I always feel so sad for baby birds waiting for Mom or Dad to come back with food. They are so small, vulnerable, beautiful. And those who grow up and sing are some of Life’s greatest gifts.
Beautiful poem. touched me deeply.
The space dance is definatly what I would want to do!
Wonderful poem…I love that bird, seriously.
I loved the innocence and sense of wonder that you conveyed in this lovely poem.
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superb. a wonderful poem jingle. very beautiful.
Loved this charming take. This is a whimsical poem, very true to a child’s heart.
Nicely and vividly writen to a beautiful image.
Lots of imagination… thanks, Ji!
So fun and lovely, wonderful!=D
Such a lovely sweet poem :o)