Bus Ride

Bus Ride

He boarded the bus with a big blue box
                   that said “Pro Wings” on the side—
Hiding inside was a little grey bird,
                   along for a secret free ride.

When he opened the box, out popped
                   the bird, singing for all to hear.
Looks of wonder and gasps of surprise
                   came from all who were near.

But one little child climbed right up, ascending the seat beside,
                   asking of all he did know.
Will the bird ever fly?  Did you find him?  How?  
                   Will his clipped little wings ever grow?

Astounded, we watched as the child voiced questions, silently echoing our own.
For the words of the child were on our hearts too, silenced by fear alone.