Sat by my evening window
A tragedy occurred,
When into it crashed heavily
A tiny little bird;
Down fell the little creature
Into the flower's bed,
I upped to gaze upon it
Quite certain it was dead.
I picked the lifeless blue-tit
And held it in my hand,
It wasn't dead, but didn't move,
I didn't understand;
It lay there shallow breathing
Both eyes were tightly closed,
I gave the bird but little hope
At least, so I supposed.
I held him close and warmed him
Cupped closely to my breast,
And found it difficult to halt
The tear I near suppressed;
I prayed he would recover,
It seemed a savage waste
If he should die forever,
There in my palms encased.
A flicker of a movement
Then caught my misted eye,
He showed himself a fighter
This bird, then by and by
He quickly did recover,
And off, away he flew
As if it never happened,
To start his life anew.
(Written Nov 2013)
A brave little fellow.....sadly they do crash into glass as they don't always realise it's there which is why either net curtains or blinds are a good idea I suppose :) Liked the poem
Aaaaaw how lovely. Birds are my passion, and this near made me cry!
As the others say so well, this is a moving and tenderly written poem. Glad it had a happy ending. The bird must have been dazed for a while - did it know it was in a poet's hands? !
A moving, compassionate write, full of heart and care. I love the simplicity and brevity of your writings
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Your heart is full of human emotions. The overflow is in the form of mind-comforting lines. You have the art to move hearts. Well done Sir.