I found a dove...it's left wing wounded...its span it cannot stretch...
i took the dove...set a splinter for its wounded wing...wrapped it in white cloth...
i fed the dove...gave it all it needed...made sure it dwelt only on the best abode...
and then...
its wound healed...the time came for me to let it spread its span again...the time came for me to let it fly again...
i raised it up high...aiming for it to hover...but it did want to spread its wings...and instead came resting back at my bosom...
but i wanted it to learn to fly again...i wanted it to soar again...
i raised the dove...again...giving it the kind of assurance that only us two can understand...
and then...
it started to spread its wings...fluttered them with pride like it never had...
it started on its flight...soared up high at once...
and then...
i started to clap...i started to whistle...i started to clap and whistle...
but it would not retort...it would not hear my yells...
the dove flew...away...and away...and away...
it would not come back...
it did not come back...
why? would it have stayed if i did not teach it to fly? would it still be with me if i did not let it fly? why?
ah...i could only wonder...i would never know...for it had now idled on the arms of another...
tranquil and still...
i just wished i did not find...that dove that never came back...
i took the dove...set a splinter for its wounded wing...wrapped it in white cloth...
i fed the dove...gave it all it needed...made sure it dwelt only on the best abode...
and then...
its wound healed...the time came for me to let it spread its span again...the time came for me to let it fly again...
i raised it up high...aiming for it to hover...but it did want to spread its wings...and instead came resting back at my bosom...
but i wanted it to learn to fly again...i wanted it to soar again...
i raised the dove...again...giving it the kind of assurance that only us two can understand...
and then...
it started to spread its wings...fluttered them with pride like it never had...
it started on its flight...soared up high at once...
and then...
i started to clap...i started to whistle...i started to clap and whistle...
but it would not retort...it would not hear my yells...
the dove flew...away...and away...and away...
it would not come back...
it did not come back...
why? would it have stayed if i did not teach it to fly? would it still be with me if i did not let it fly? why?
ah...i could only wonder...i would never know...for it had now idled on the arms of another...
tranquil and still...
i just wished i did not find...that dove that never came back...
1 comment:
I just spent 5 weeks feeding a baby dove from my mouth because it wouldn't open its for a dropper. I took it our tuesday and it sat on my shoulder for a few minutes and I went to pick it up and it did the same thing - up up up and circled and away...I haven't seen it sense. How is that for gratitude, still poor baby had no feathers when I got her - I only hope she makes it.
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