Mended Wing
A meadowlark I kept
In my dad’s old shoe box
He hadn’t healed just yet
And was my pet I thought
Unlike my parakeet
In his cage each day
The meadowlark had been free
And would one day fly away
My dog I still loved
And I petted him all the time
But the meadowlark was from above
And had fallen from the sky
To the sky he would return
After I’d held him close
And with time I learned
He was ready to be let go
His broken wing had mended
From the best of my care
And his recovery with me ended
When he flew away repaired
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A lovely write and pic w c.
I appreciate you, orchidee.
What a wonderful story of healing a meadowlark and then setting him free - - thank you so much for sharing it w.c. - I was with each line of your loving attempt at saving a bird and its end in success.
This poem was a true one. I wanted the bird to be my pet, but i was thrilled when he flew away.
You lucky person to have been blessed with this opportunity to reach into the wild.... Oh that fairy tales could come true and your beautiful repaired patient becomes your friend, what joys and unknown adventure would lay ahead.
But life isn't like that, except that we can have those dreams.
Lovely piece from you today which took my mind to birdland and beyond.
Thanks, dusk! It was a joy to have that meadowlark. I recall the excitement i felt after school, knowing i would soon see my patient in his shoe box.
A pal of mine's older brother had a jackdaw as a friend.... every morning he road a motorbike to work and the jackdaw would perch on the handlebars until a certain speed then it lifted off.... on returning home the bird would fly alongside him and land on the handlebars again. Really amazing.
That is an incredible story. Birds do some amazing things. Some are downright fantastic.
Describes such a beautiful and tender experience - super work WC.
Thanks, Michael. It was an experience i'll never forget.
Well done wc, I too have restored birds to full health and it is so delightful to see them fly in their freedom.
Yes, Goldfinch. It is so rewarding to help the injured heal.To help another in need is medicinal.
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