It was late in the spring with the clouds drizzling
On a cold rainy day in the middle of May
When a bird tapped my window with something to say.
I opened the window to hear the bird talk
And could tell as he entered, he struggled to walk
I noticed his limping and knew he was hurt.
He also was dripping and needed a shirt.
“I don’t like the wind and rain!”
The young bird whimpered in pain.
“It’s difficult to fly so I stopped in a tree,
But the branch wasn’t dry so my grip slipped free.
I toppled right over to the branch right beside,
If I didn’t have wings I’d surely have died.”
I patiently listened while the bird told his story,
Then hastily told him to no longer worry.
“The rain can’t last long, for the sun will come back.
But stay here till it’s gone and we’ll both have a snack.”
He lifted his head and gave me a smile:
“Why thank you my Friend! I’ll stay for a while.”
With fruit in my hand I gave him the seeds.
With a toothpick and band I tended his needs.
I fashioned a cape to drape on his wings
So he could stay warm in the rain while he sings.
I ended up spending the day with my Friend
Till the sun went down and the day had to end.
So eventually my Friend had to leave me alone,
To return to his tree with a home of his own.
But I promised him shelter in all types of weather
And to show me his thanks my Friend left me a feather.