Something Small

The sun shone brightly,

Sky was beautiful.

On my way home from school

Something small,

Usually busy, was still.

My looming shadow touched it,

Then my sight.

A small bird without eyes,

Red stripe on his head

Silent little bill.

Somehow,

Simply,

It was not right.

The sun shone brightly,

Sky was beautiful.

All birds fall,

Yet still,

For me,

This was not right.