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

 

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