Sunday, 31 July 2016


The rain was heavy

The wind was strong

The shreds of the nest

Of the sparrow’s above

Lie scattered below!

In the slushy garden floor

Close to a puddle

Cold and shivering

Naked, featherless

Barely alive!

Chirping still!

Lay the fallen chick!

Mama and papa! Help!

She must have chirped

But in the pattering of the rain

Everything seemed to drown

Now exposed to the elements

In a sudden twist of fate

There she was! Just left to die!

Blue umbrella in hand!

Splashing through the puddles

Jack was in a hurry!

But something stopped him

A chirp, a squirm

A moving form

Ah! A little birdie!

A poor little one! He says!

 His heart was moved

Compassion flowed

With tender hands of Love

He picked up her up!

A tear or two

He must have shed !

In a cut out milk carton  

Stuffed with warm gray wool

He gently placed her

 Chirp!  Chirp!

Is all that she could mange

As she snuggled into the warmth  

He found the crevice her nest was once hidden

He ran to the garden

Fetched a wooden ladder

And gently placed her

He heard some chirping

Patiently he waited

Soon a pair appeared


Mama and papa!

He sighed with relief

His heart filled with happiness

His soul beamed with compassion

As he reached home now as a more complete man

He prayed and sat down

Only to enjoy his favorite meal

Roasted chick-en! 

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