Injury

I was walking through the woods one day
But I seemed to just have lost my way
Turn after turn, seemed labyrinthine
To places new and places I'd been.

Finally, in a thicket, A new place for me,
I heard the moan of an injury
A guttural kind of whining sound
That seemed to vibrate through the ground.

I found the source and walked till there
A bird in the bush neede some care.
Its wing was broken, bent odd
The bone was smashed, I thought "Oh God!"

I picked it up gently and put it in my hand
It got alarmed and tried to leap to the land
It's body was shaking, I don't know if it's fear
There was a twig in its wing sticking out like a spear.

Holding it gently, I walked down the path
Hoping to nurse it and give it a bath.
"How can I heal it?" I thought, pensive.
"It surely requires some healing intensive!

After walking down forest trails unknown
The lights of my house through the big trees shone.
I went inside and explained what I'd found
My point substantiated by that mournful chirping sound

I took out the tweezers from a nearby kit
 Placed the bird on a tabler and on the chair did I sit
I pulled out the stick with considerable care
I saw the condition of the wing- the membrane had a tear.

I applied a sticky bandage to the point where it was hurt
I washed its wing it medicine to clean up all the dirt.
I plastered its wings with sticks and tape
I hoped that it would heal and regain its shape.

We fed it food and water 13 times a day
And we all fervently prayed that it would be okay

One day in the morning
When the sun was in the sky
It ran around and flapped its wing
We thought "It's ready to fly!"

I cut off all the plaster
And prepared for it to go
I lifted it- the bone was healed
It seemed to liter'ly glow.

We let it off in the yard
Into the sky it flew
Into that clouded azure
Into that endless blue.

Two months later, in the woods again
Me thundering through the plants
I hear a familiar chirping sound
"Could it be? There IS a chance..."

I lift open the thicket
And suddn'ly see a nest
Owned by the bird i saved
Her babies in them rest

She chirps and hops on to my hand
She gently pecks my wrist
I stroke her soft brown feathers
I feel as if I've been kissed!

The injury has healed now
She's flying really well
All because of me
Who saved her when she fell.