I saw a little bird
Fall down and
Bump his head
So I picked
Him up and
Rubbed it
Thanks is
What he said
Then I thought
More about him
My feathered little friend
Not the time for his life
Or this poem to end
My best eye caught
It's lightning flash
The other blinded
By the sun
Then I heard
The banging crash
Both kin to
The smoking barrel
Of a fired gun
This sight and sound
I've known to well
For years I've been around
Picked up big
And smaller things
Almost every time they fell
Looking out from inside
I can tell you
What's in store
One moment free
As this little bird
The next lying
On deaths door
It's what happens
Between the two
Explained is this mighty word
Known to man as WILL
Discussed with many
Points of view
But best sung
By this little bird
On your window sill