There on the misty log. <br />That spot, between the fog. <br />Sits a bird with tired wing. <br />Only a chirp, a note to sing. <br />Feathers ruffled with the wind. <br />A long nose, just like a pin. <br />Eye's aglow, the red with life. <br />Flying way high above the strife. <br />This world is naked home. <br />Over seas the heavens I roam. <br /> <br />copyright 2005 POEWHIT <br />search: POEWHIT <br /> <br />JESUS SAVES<br /><br />JOE POEWHIT<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/tiny-bird/
