Little Bird

By: Kim Stafford


Bring home a seed, a petal, a crumb

to feed the family at this table nested.

Bring to us a mutter, a chirp,

a tune to comfort those afraid.


Climb the sky to see beyond

all troubles unto sunrise.


Then fold your wings and fall

toward bounty unafraid.


What is small may yet be grand —

a little bird, delicious aria unending.


Guard this twig, your

only weapon a song.


Poet Kim Stafford grew up in Oregon, Iowa, Indiana, California, and Alaska, following his parents as they taught and traveled through the West. He is the author of a dozen books of poetry and prose, and the director of the Northwest Writing Institute at Lewis & Clark College, where he has taught since 1979.