Robin with the Broken Wing

 

 

robin with the broken wing,

hopping, silent, no song to sing,

the first one to arrive this spring

or did you ever leave?

 

harbinger of warmer days,

of sun and smiles and getaways,

but you can't fly the sweet blue haze,

when can you ever leave?

 

humans must now come to terms

with what you mean, drab feathers and germs,

while unconcerned you search for worms

until it's time to leave.

 

lucky bird with broken wing

a broken heart's a far worse thing

©2002 Gregor Everitt