The Little Bird
The Little Bird
Poem
One morning I got up to pick oranges in the garden. And I saw this. I saw the rising sun and the little bird singing his morning song. And I heard this. The little bird chirped: “Cui, cui, cui!” And begged: “Please, leave my little ones in their nest.” And I said this: First I chirped: “Cui, cui, cui!” And then I said: “Don’t be afraid, I am your friend.” And what was asked I did. Since that day the little bird loves me and his sweet song gives me great pleasure. And this is what happened.
Poet
Non-Scottish anonymous
About this poem
About The Little Bird
This poem, representing Gabon, is part of The Written World – our collaboration with BBC radio to broadcast a poem from every single nation competing in London 2012.