Little Bird

As I was walking on my way, A tiny sound told me to stay. It bade me stop and listen still, As often little secrets will. I looked and looked until I found The hiding place that held the sound, And there, not high up in a tree, Were nest and bird and babies three! They peeped and peeped with beaks full wide, While mother bird beside them tried To fill each mouth, but never filled Enough to keep their voices stilled! Such hunger made me quite surprised, Until this truth I saw...