The Uncaged Songbird

Winter storms long past
yet show their damage
twisted wings torn feathers.

Too far from the nest or not
she found her way home
to nuzzling ministrations

Straightened wings still
can’t make the robin fly
but she shelters under mom’s

The tolls of the bad season
brings wee one to the brink
hen still smoothes feathers.

Poor Robin sings her final
song of dedication to others
who’ve not yet found home

Brilliant melody taken up
by mother bird in sweet woe
robins pass angels fly again