The Birds by Raphael Tobarphotography by cryptonomicon
The birds are wonderful.
Their curves express the essence of nature;
Their grace the spirit of beauty.
I am sorry for her broken wing.
Limping away, she tried and tried,
To forever reach and touch the sky.
She turned her head to seek her aid,
and I came and helped to begin her day.
I taped her wing to be at one piece.
She looked up slowly to thank me,
"You will not be forgotten."
And so I let her go - my hands filled with nothing.
And yes she flew! She flew so high,
Not her feathers but her wings and spirit flew.
My joy induced my eyes wide and smile ever wider.
Until something fell from above, to ruin my day.
