Shari's Telling Stories

When I first saw them
this morning,
they frantically flitted
trying to escape the
grasp of the branches.

Seemed like they were
flagging down
high flying birds
to rescue them.

I wondered if they regretted
having cleverly
escaped the hands
of a happy child;
if they thought
in their group of three
they stood a better
chance in the wild.

Probably thought
they’d get far enough
to become space debris.
With clouds high
skies clear
probably they thought
what could be
their obstacles.

Can’t go back inside
they can’t go further
and it looks like no one’s
coming to get them.

©2009 by Shari Lynne Smothers