FEATHERED FELLOW

One day my eyes are a wondering, Sat in the front porch 
I saw a bird flying towards me 
He’s going to crash , was my first thought  

This little juvenile sparrow, sporadic feathers had he 
Looked like he’d been through the wars , as he flew down from the tree 

He didn’t see the window, Inexperienced was he
And as he flew across the garden, the glass pane he could not see 

He merely saw beyond it, like nothing blocked his path 
Now he lies here injured, In my veneer bird bath    

I picked him up, looked him over 
His skin young, yet already battle scared
I took him into the kitchen and laid him on some card

This little fluffy fellow, he offered no resist 
So after checking him over, I removed a plastic lid 

I filled the bowl with paper, and tried to sit my friend inside
But the little devil would not let go, So on my hand he did ride 

I lifted his wing slowly, He didn’t make a sound 
“I don’t think it is broken, Just sprained” 
I say with a frown. 

I took him in the living room, he sat right next to me
I put him on a pillow, so he could watch tv with me 

He seemed to like the channel, he seemed to chirp along 
The channel was of nature, he answered to bird song 

I watched him really closely, his head moved side to side 
He seemed to be watching the tv, I couldn’t believe my eyes 

I went into the garden, dug up some fresh worms 
Put them at the side of him,
And then watched him, watch them squirm 

My little feathered fellow, His eyes lit with delight 
He saw those squirming fellows 
And gobbled them up, out of sight 

The day daytime slipped to darkness 
I put him in a plastic tub, made myself a coffee 
Then gave him a little hug

I left him in the living room, the fire still burning bright
I left it on to warm him; I thought he’d be just fine 

I threw a handkerchief over him, and gave him a kiss good night 
Took myself to bed, hoping he’d be alright 

I woke early next morning, eager to see my new friend 
But in the night it seemed, his spirit it did transcend 
 
I placed him in a shoe box, tears did fill my eyes 
I didn’t really know him , but still my eyes did cry 

I’ll miss that little fellow my partner to watch tv 
And as I bury him in the garden, I wonder if he’ll miss me