A Little Bird

The sky is wide and blue and clear
And in it hunts a little bird
Who steeply darts below the line
Of rooftops, while the day is stirred.

A worm, a bug, a little piece
Of bread that fell along the lane
(When yesterday the children ran
To hide from unexpected rain)

Will fill the bird, and feeling fat
A song will rise inside his breast.
Such is the joy of little birds
Who are content in work and rest.







Image credit: 

Jacob Spinks from Northamptonshire, England, Great Tit on Pole (11912304544), CC BY 2.0