My Finches

I kept two tiny checkerd finches, In a little cage. This morning I fed them, I watered them, And hung the cage outside. Like I have done, A thousand times before. Turning to talk, To my son, I heard a loud crash. And turned just in time, To see the finches fly, Into a lime tree. They stayed there, A long time. Looking sad and lost. The world they had known, Had come to an end. I hope they will survive, But with winter coming on, I just don't know. I love those little birds. 11/12/10 Alton Texas