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