A poem about a bird that was also a friend
Sitting here all by myself
I thought I heard a cry for help.
I saw outside and not quite far
A little bird beside my car.
Your wing was hurt,like my self-esteem,
I made a friend.It's like a dream.
I took you in just for a while.
I made you better.You made me smile.
The next few weeks that flew so fast
Were so much fun,I forgot the past.
Your wing improved,you tried to fly
I knew it was time,tried not to cry.
I set you free.We never fell.
When i took you under my wing.
You took me under yours as well.