Language of Life - Old Man Rescues Bird
About my rescue of a sparrow
This prose poem is inspired by my encounter with an injured sparrow:
Language of Life
How tragic, when the wing'd -
Poetic victor o'er the dust -
Suddenly is stricken, and falls to earth;
Like lonely man, no longer free!
Yet poetic now the language of life
As man and fledgling together come
And piece by piece the actions of each
Is questioned, then understood.
Two worlds - before so far apart -
Are now together in muted bond.
And night is passed with dropper in hand,
Each one needing the other.
Another day, another night
'Til dawn of friendship gives its light
When fledgling sees the entrance of man
And opens wide its mouth.
Oh, the universal language of life
That spans the gap of tongue and type!
The bird is now aperch the finger,
Chirping once, then cleaning its feathers.
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