The Little Yellow Bird

The storms have come,

With Thunder and Hail,

Knocking down everything that wants to prevail,

A small yellow bird fights the odds,

Wanting to make it across the pond,

Her family at home, in a large oak tree,

Crying and scared needless be,

She tries and she tries only to fail,

And wondering how this will end,

Only for it to blow over then,

She makes a dash home to the kids,

There safe and sound,

From even the wind.

Her heart was happy to say the least,

To now we enjoy her merriless tune,

For they are all safe, and she is too.