Thursday, October 21, 2010
WITH A BROKEN WING
I found him with a broken wing
he laid down on the cold ground
located under a huge Oak tree,
shivering, and with eyes closed
he almost did not breathe; I worried
seeing him in distress, was he dying?
Took him home and placed
in a little basket, covered him
with my love, in a few days
fed him water, as he was not able to eat
finally; he opened his eyes looking at me.
I was ecstatic seen him alive
thought of him with love;
my lovely bird survived the ordeal-
was not sure, what happened to him?
And will never know, wished he could speak
however birds just love to chirp.
He is my sweet little bird that sings,
him, sings joyfully for me, I love him,
do believe, that my love conquered his death,
Love, only love can conquer everything
now I sing a song with joy, my heart is happy again
a sweet little bird, oh, how I love you, my dear!
October 21 – 2010
By Zuzanna Musial
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