Dirt in the Water

“Israel” by Ellie Gips

“Dirt in the Water” by Sam Matulef 

Laid baron in the busy land,

The little bird sat with an empty hand.

No fish or grub or worm to eat,

Only ash, charcoal and dust to meet.

Although it was offered loads of supplies,

It still sat with nothing but tears in its eyes.

The little bird wept as prosperous parakeets and bodacious blue Jay's flapped by,

It tried to mimic, spread its wings and start to fly.

One inch in the air and the little bird couldn't come around,

To think if it was hit first by a sad dark truth or the cold hard ground.