1968 Poetry by Michael F. Nyiri


"The Bird, He Lost His Wings"

The bird, he lost his wings.
He was on the ground when
Suddenly he heard a giant sound.
He turned around,
And saw a tremendous beast.

The bird, he lost his wings.
The beast tore them off and
Made him cry and cough.
The beast made off,
Leaving him without the means to fly.

The bird, he lost his wings.
He wanted now to get
Back home so he could sit,
And begin to let
His anger settle down.

The bird, he lost his wings.
And alas, he couldn't go
Back home. He was low
And couldn't get to the bough
So he tried to climb up the tree.

The bird, he lost his wings.
He tried so hard to climb
The tree, but in no time
He fell
To the ground and died.

The bird, he lost his wings.
Poor thing, he was buried,
And his epitath read, "Heed,
This bird, he died,
Because this bird, he lost his wings."

1968

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