My broken Blackbird 💙

I stumbled upon a Blackbird with a broken wing

It was precariously perched on the ledge of my garden swing

Breeziness blew it back and forth as it’s minute claws did cling

And as I watched I thought  ‘Oh my goodness you poor little thing’
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Then I lightly lifted him down from the wooden seat

I placed his poor body amongst grass beside my two feet

He looked up at me greatfully singing ever so sweet

With a  twitteringly chirping “Tweet..tweet..tweet”
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So I hurried into my house and I crumbled up some bread

And gently tossed tiny morsels on the grassy earth bed

Well I was almost flabbergasted when he bowed his litte head

Blood began dripping from his wounded wing..making the green grass bright red
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Of course I put him in a small shoe box and I drove him straight to the vets

And the nice man examined him infront of many other people’s pets

My tears welled up as I heard this clever man’s sighs and frets

But then the vet told me not to get upset..and to have no regrets
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Well the moral of my tall tale is indeed very true

This broken Blackbird alas didn’t pull through

And I still shed a tear or two..as I sit reminiscing writing this to you

But I tried my absolute utmost.. there was simply nothing more that I could do...