The Goldfinch
On the way to my home
On the dusty sidewalk I see a goldfinch
Oscillating in an attempt to fly on broken
wings
What would you do
With something so
Weak laying on the ground
dying
It took me in
Its struggle
I needed to help it
fly
A month passed
Anxiously he waited
Awaiting the air and its
freedom
So I let it go
Skyward he climbed
Suddenly forgetful of my
care
This poem is about:
Me
My community
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