Bird June 17, 2025 A goal was made one day of a young girl Innocent, but afraid “Why was I here?” asked the girl Many questions, led to “What could I do?” To be remembered No To make something happy She didn’t care for admiration Way past that now She wanted to care for, to nurture This bird lays beside, and they stare in silence Beautiful this bird With its ruffed up feathers Unnatural awkward stance Flightless wings “Beautful” the girl thought Struggling to communicate to the bird, they lay in silence The girl saw potential, in what another would see, quite a normal bird A voice One small, Mellow A beautiful voice Past the squawking, and ruffling, trying to mask the pain The girl made a decision To hear this voice Even just once more She saw this faint light, that had the potential to really blaze “I can do this much, at least, for you” Bring out something inside the bird, that it could love