Feathered Wings

Navy blue feathered wings,
sweetly chirping little things.
Baby birdy swooping low,
on a perch this bird did go.

Birdy doubts its pretty wings,
doesn't like the way it sings
Birdy feels all alone,
doesn't really have a home.

Off the perch the bird did fly,
passing cars and she flew by.
Speeding car was coming fast,
on the windshield the birdy crashed.

Pretty bird has lost her wings,
slowly realized what this means
doubt can dig a deep dark hole,
in the beauty that lies within your soul.

-Dedicated To: Karla.