the birdie had gone

The birdie had gone

It flew against the window panel

Knocked itself out then it died

It never could see its full potential

Now buried in the garden

Rain or shine under the shade of potted plants

For days the birdie had one

I still hear the mother bird keep calling

Rain or shine it hangs around

The sound of chirping a different tone call

There is no birdie coming to meet

It just does its duty

It is sad to listen

The lonely mother bird

Hanging around the branches

Searching for its birdie