A bird fell in the brambles,
a place I could not get.
small and frail, not fully grown,
beyond the fence it set.
Wiggle dog brought it attention,
barking incessantly.
The mother and father dive bombing
To keep her away from tree.
This morning she still is there,
breathing shallow I see.
The parents squawking above us,
Wiggle dog fast against the tree.
She is bound to die I know,
It’s sad to contemplate.
Sadder for the parents
unable to change her fate.
The dog, she barks away,
at a bird on it’s last gasp.
Today she barked at something
just beyond her grasp.
Marty Coleman
June 16, 2009
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