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ONCE UPON A BROKEN WING
{Shakespearian, Curtal couplet}
I found her (I guess it was a she-bird)
under our lilac bush, on a warm, Summer day.
She didn't flee, like she knew I wouldn't hurt.
I spoke softly, & her tiny, bright eyes never looked away.
I took her gently, touching her beak first,
trying to convey my own shyness at this meeting.
She didn't flutter, nor even have shudders,
& I spoke continually, tenderly, almost pleading:
"Dear, fallen one, I'll help you fly again".
So, I kept her for two weeks or so,
& when I saw that her wings seemed again even,
I removed the cage, held her, & bade her: "GO!"
She flew awhile, a circle,
weak wing down.
(I hope, being thankful),
then---flurry!---she was gone.
Mr Patton,
Such a beautiful poem, This poem caught my eyes because I wrote one called: (Love Can Not Fly On Broken Wings).
It was written for my daughter. You have some very special work here. Keep up the writing please, I do enjoy your poetry.
Thanks
Judy
WONDERFUL title! This is truely beautiful and just what I could see you doing. Your sensitivity is so heartwarming. Not many men would reveal themselves in such a way feeling it was not Macho enough. Little do they know!
Love,
Lesa
What a "just like you" thing to do. This is beautiful. I know someone who felt guilty for tearing a just -begun nest from an expensive blooming hanging basket. Some men are just special.
Jessica