The Little Cripple

Hoppity Hop with a Stick thin withered leg, Lucks dice threw the grip From the feline’s jaw. You tiny little wonder bird Life’s chores must be done, As cornflakes crunch in well worn teeth The realty show has begun. French windows herald soft green lawn Merging to lake beyond, Mullet play the leaping game, As osprey view the same. Natures hand laid the sweeping paddock Feeding stock bended by, Gentle hills rise majestic touching The iced curtained sky. Delight fills the pleasure zone As wiggled morsel seen, For one steadied leg helps the beak To pull it from the green. Mate’s eyes watch your back As you fly off to your nest, For your little chirrup chirrup babes Nothing but the best. The seasons pass and winter ends, Its spring again and I don’t see You little wonder bird, But some paths just have to be I know you’ve flown away today I saw you in the clouds, I know you won’t fly back again For angels just sung out loud.