Bye Bye Birdie

We had baby robins next to our house, and I loved to sit and listen to them sing and watch them arch their hungry mouths toward mama. I wrote this for them this weekend, but I am sorry to say-- nature reclaimed my baby birds and they never got to hear it.

Fly to the moon little bird
there is a man with bread and cheese
and a crater fit for a nest
of ribbons and leaves.
Come sit and stare up at the stars.
Their twilight twinkle
will lullaby you to sleep.
So fly, fly fly away little bird
the cat's in the tree watching you.

Don't stop til morning
when the warm sun wipes
dew from weary wings
and the flowers open their shops
of yellow pollen puffs and nummy seeds.
The bees are a-buzzing.
The worms are inching away,
so eat, eat, eat away little bird
'til dawn should fall upon your shoulders
and the moon does call you home.
There's a window to the world
and it's full of glass
so hurry, eat up and fly away.