You picked a stem of grass
Longer than your body,
Heavy laden with seed.
Flapping your wings and
Giving a little jump with your tiny legs,
You attempted a quick take-off,
But could not get airborne.
Resting a moment still holding the grass,
Not giving up on that important load,
You took a few running steps and
Flew to your nest.
April 14, 2009
(revised 2014)