Stefanie Spikell

Flight of Fantasy – A Bird’s Dream House

 
A little birdie told me, I have no place to be.

My mother flew away one day and forgot to take me .

We used to have a cozy nest, a place to call our home.

It had some leaves and twigs and things, but now I have to roam.

I sleep wherever I can find a spot, in places not so fine.

I dream of a house with flowers and garlands, a place that is just mine.

It may be a fantasy, but it could come true one day.

Come fly with me to wonderland, a place far, far away.