Baby Bird - Poem by Gary R. Ferris

Ever feel like a baby bird in a tree?

Eyes newly opened he can barely see.

With his mother away to fetch a worm,

He’s scared to move, wiggle or squirm.
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He can sense there is a big world out there,

But all he know is it’s quite a scare.

He stays huddled up in the nest,

Trusting his mother wants only the best.
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When he closes his eyes he begins his dreams,

Of souring over mountains and wide-open streams.

Of the clouds he will pass as he sours so high,

And the beauty of the earth from up in the sky.
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He travels the land resting on trees,

And conquers all, even the seas.

He dreams of a life in a loving state,

And longs for the beauty of his mate.
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He anticipates the day of chirpers of his own,

What they will look like and longs for a clone.

The freedom expressed from flying away,

Oh he dreams of that day.
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But right now his wings are so weak,

As he looks over the nest to take a peak.

Too scared to try and give them a test,

So he’d better stay in the nest.
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He seems so weak and timid right now,

He wonders when he will fly and how.

He still needs mother to care for him,

And all those dreams seem so dim.
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This baby bird is still full of fear,

His dreams seem distance, but still so near.

This is how I feel without you here,

To encourage me and lend your ear.

Written 6-29-06