His wing was hurt.
Clipped, just a little.
Once bandaged
and sealed with a kiss,
he could rest.
I once saw him lift a bird
from the road,
hold it to his chest
until the stun passed
until it found the fence post
on its own.
His wing was hurt.
Clipped, just a little.
Once bandaged
and sealed with a kiss,
he could rest.
I once saw him lift a bird
from the road,
hold it to his chest
until the stun passed
until it found the fence post
on its own.
I love that beautiful poem
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Thank you so much.
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