February 8th; Wings

I made a vow-
to mend your wings,
but I faultered terribly
against my oath.
My heart dropped,
while you did the same.
The tree limb flight was too high
for you to claim-
a decent wind to soar
and, like the raven, I quoth
to make this mistake 'never more.'

The End

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