Looking upward,
at the safety of the sky,
a broken robin lay hiding.
It’s endless flee from danger,
left it exhausted, thirsty,
a broken wing lay limp at its side.
Somehow the robin knew the end was near.
Still calling out to its near by mate,
brings the risk of predators.
Did the robin know this,
or was it just last words?
I could hear its call most of the night,
by morning it was quiet.
As I approached its hiding place,
a nearby robin took flight to safety,
but at my feet lay the lifeless body of the injured robin.
The one that fled was its mate,
that stayed with it throughout the night.
It left me with one question;
Is love only for humans?
~ Cheeky Kid |
