My Brave Little Bird

One day I was outside and I met a new friend. Only this friend had feathers and a beak.

A little bird I saw outside,

Feathers red and wings so fine,

I watched him flap those red, red wings,

And wondered if away he'd fly.

The little bird I met outside,

Outside in the sun,

Looked at me with unafraid eyes,

He was so brave that I was stunned.

He chirped at me and I didn't respond,

I allowed him to walk close,

He ruffled his beautiful, feathery chest

The color of a new red rose.

He stopped within an inch of me,

And stared down at my hand,

I didn't move, lest he fly to the trees,

And let him kiss my hand.

He flew away at that moment,

My brave, bold, little bird,

I watched him spread those small red wings,

And fly into the sky.

He looked so free, way up there,

His friends being sun and air,

The sun kissed his wings,

As he air bore him aloft.

I smiled and remembered his plumage soft,

Pressed against my skin.

Author's Note

Yes, I ACTUALLY went outside one day and I ACTUALLY had a little red cardinal peck my hand. Maybe because there were bread crumbs on me..? Oh well. This was just a way to share a story--as a poem. Enjoy!

Reviews

[Marie Harrison]

Oh, how I enjoyed this story. The detail of your experience was so precise, I could imagine it all. What a lovely poem. Something like this rarely happens in nature. A very special experience indeed.

[Mehul Rwat]

Hey! This is so cool. I absolutely loved it! Maybe you should increase your font size - It would be a little more conspicuous then. Keep writing, my friend.