The Little Bird Poem by Catherine Habbie

Far into the distance
A foggy land I see
With Christmas trees
And maple leaves
And ships sailing out to sea

The clouds glisten in the sun
They hope today to be one
The birds sing happily
They are already fun
A lonely bird alone catches my fancy

It flits in and out of view
But never gives in to purview
It soars among the eagles
But nests with the swallow
It is a strange but happy bedfellow

It gives much joy to the meek heart
Just to watch it fly by
The cares and worries
Just flit away
As it floats into view each day

A hope for tomorrow it brings
As it's cheerful song it sings
A kind bird it is indeed
For it magnifies my speed
It brings a complete feeling

That I never could have hoped for me
An empty promise that holds true
In my mind it is true blue
A promised land it shows to me
A land of hope and dignity