The Broken Bird
by Cristina Van Dyck
Wednesday, August 17, 2005
Rated "PG13" by the Author.
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I held a bird
in my hand,
small and injured,
warm and soft.
Its heart beat wildly--
a tickle of feathers
a scratch of feet--
as it struggled
to gain the air. I caught my breath,
and said a prayer
while I held fast,
hands cupped round
its desperate body,
as if I could keep
its fragile life
from slowly ebbing
away.
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| Reviewed by Jane Rodway |
8/17/2005 |
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| This is so sweet and so sad:( I am a bird (and animal) lover and this one tugged at my heartstrings, good emotion in so short a space, shows good use of language. |
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| Reviewed by Andy Turner (Reader) |
8/17/2005 |
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Aww not only does this capture ones heart.
But takes me back to when I were a lad.
Looked after bird with broken wing for a couple of weeks. As I was letting it out to fly off. It hit its head on my dads lawnmower and killed itself.. |
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| Reviewed by Lisa Hilbers |
8/17/2005 |
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It wasn't you or death he feared, it was the unknown.
You have a kind heart, and he was lucky enough to feel it's tenderness.
Touching and caring write.
Lisa |
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