The little bird

This is a poem about walking behind a bird
The bird was walking mostly
It would only stop to look back at me
It seemed to want me to follow
I think that is why it didn't fly
I don't know much about birds
This bird was brown in the shade green in the sun
At first I thought this would make a good story
But then it got old and a little weird
I wanted it to fly
I even walked faster to try to spook it
But it just stopped and looked at me
It seemed to say stop being a jerk
It kept walking until the trail came to the road
It walked to where my car was parked
I let it in and it sat on the dashboard
I started the car and drove home