Dawn and the bird

Imaginary but can be true life

She looked up to the breaking dawn
The bird had long flown
She tightened in the cold her
Thin old blue dressing gown

She walked to her back door
Her dog waited patiently there
In the end it was for the best
For that poor caged bird to be freed
So she sipped her now luke warm tea

She missed its chirp and she whistled
Their sacred secret favourite well played song
Washing up now in tears
She realised even if she lived a hundred years
At least she gave that bird a half decent chance
Of flight but oh it will be
So scared and lonely in the night

Her day she went through the motions
Faking her smile to others
Knowing she could not bear to tell her
Truth to all
That night she lay in bed
And woke with the sound of her
Dog barking at her door
Could it be her little friend
Yes he sat outside on windy perch
She let him fly in and they were a happy
Family
dog bird and her once more

Reviews

[barleygirl]

This is a great story showing everyday imagination off the charts. This reminds me of my own life. I leave my doors open in the morning to cool down my cabin & birds will often fly in. I try to herd the bird back outside, with the help of my dogs (sitting back to gently worry & whine). I have all these same feelings, wondering if the bird made it, when one has flown into a window & lying stunned awhile. It’s amazing how these birds seem to understand our routine, when I say “no!” at a bird on the doorstep, it will turn around & not come inside. We are a family with nature & you’ve shown that in your poem! *smile* Fondly, Margie

[Julie McCarthy (juliespenhere)]

Oh Margie this I just read a year late thanks so much loved to hear your story of the birds x