Lonely summer days were upon me
Friends were away and the house was vacant
One blistering day, a little green bird flew staggered through my window,
Landed on my computer, tweeting loudly and frantically flapping her wings
She had been hurt
Broken
Was too far from home
I soothed her tattered feathers and coated her tiny body in soft soap
I did my best to watch over her, until she was able to fly again
We conversed until there was nothing to say
Then one day she flew away
That was the last time I saw her
She fell into the poison
The predators got to her
And her existence vanished
Another bird flew through my window
A blue bird with white patches that looked almost the same as the green bird
She said very little, a low tone in her voice
Her body was healthy, but her heart was heavy
The sorrow engulfed her, nearly consuming her
Her wings were deliberately hurt
She was ready to leave
I held her, sheltered her
And to this day I have never let her go
She’s still here
And her broken wings are now flying strong
