She trembled in her broken Chickadee body
The expanse of the grass an other worldly terrain
Alien to the blue and branch, nest of twigs in green
of the high above and mother’s wings in flight.
There was no more flight in this little bird
in her faulty flutter of wings and shiver
A trickle of blood from her beak with eyes closed
with a squawk to my touch and wings protest
Picking up her sweetness to tuck her close
to her tree where twigs and leaves, branch and night
might give protection to her final flutter.
In loving prayer for her safe flight home
I wondered of what to feed her, to protect her
to save her from this certainty, tearful.
Do I take her life quickly? Do I leave her to
the nature of the journey? I leave her to tremble.
Morning rises to a mother’s winged explore
My heart rises in hope that night gave her back
to the living, to the wide sky, and branch, and
Spring leaves caught to wind and rain.
I gather her body in the nest of leaves
to give her sky back to the earth tucked
beneath the tangled bushes near my house
She flies a new sky today and I release my heart