Save you

I saw you, sheltering from the jaws of harm, and swooped in gallantly to save you.
Rescuing you and placed you in temporary shelter, away from immediate harm.

The dark clouds gathered heavily laden and poured forth showers.
I took you in, and you entered the humbled abode of my heart.

You commenced interior designs my heart, your canvas. Painting these walls the colour of love, portraits of mountains capped with hope.
Your name, Blackbird, etched on all pieces you touched.

I knowing, this time, that I could not keep you forever, you had to join your kin. I let go.
I let go too soon.

Your kin discovered you as I had fervently hoped. But this also placed you in the path of harm. And I failed to protect your life from jeopardy.

In my attempt to reunite you with your kin, you ended behind stonecold walls of death.
My heart tore.

In the dark cold night, I tossed caution to the wind. I broke the rules to do whats right.
I scrambled up and over those walls to retrieve your remains.
Arms bruised, but inner peace remains.

Blackbird, may your heart beat infinitely cradled in the Creator's hands.
I remain grateful for your brief presence.

BlackBird

I felt the strong beats from your tiny heart as I held you in my hands.
I pray your heart continues its infinite beat, cradled in God's hands.

Black bird.
I played with the thought of naming you Michael.
Bùt he is Michael, and you are not him. You are BlackBird.

In the hushed rush of the morning, you came. I dismissed you BlackBird, never knowing what you had to offer.
I came to your rescue from that dog, placed you in that big box and left you with some oats to nibble on.

I checked on you first thing when I got back. I let you in my room, away from the rain.
Ignoring the possible threat of bird flu my mom warned me of, I wouldnt have you anywherelse.

You, BlackBird, let yourself in my heart, you snuck in there when I was off guard.
Your tiny frame wouldnt take in much water or nourishment. You just wanted to sleep, you slept as I held you.
Your fragile frame, fit and left room in my hand. Your heart beat sending vibrations right to my core.

You just wanted to sleep, you would limp your way under my bed. And I would pull you from there, to gaze at you. Fascinated by the blue tinge in your dark lustrous feathers.

Happy to behold you, to hold you, BlackBird, you would hide, maybe from me, behind the curtains.
We bandaged your injured thigh, and I tried to teach you to stand while I supported you my hand.

You would still not eat or drink, BlackBird. O, how I worried, you must miss your kin we thought. And placed you outside. I wanted your kin to discover, and nourish your tiny frame, that was my aim.

I left you, in harms way, I could not save you. I cry bitter tears for you.
You, with such a will to live.

I comfort my sad self by convincing myself that your heart continues to beat, now in God's hands, as I could not save you.

All I can do now is love you.
BlackBird

His name is Michael

How do you differentiate gender of birds?

This is the second bird to come into my life and wrap itself around my heart.
The first one was in 2005. It was after the most traumatic event of my life.

He had just lost lustre in ma eyes in the aftermath of that event. He walked in, cupping the fragile bird in his hands. It was injured, cant remember exactly what injury it was.
He tore one of his favourite shirts, to wrap around the source of injury, must have been the leg.
We took out muesli and began nursing the bird with utmost devotion. We ensured its thirst was quenched.
It had to have a name...

I always liked, and was going to name one of my kids, Apple. The name stuck.

Apple, the pigeon. He had cabin fever, and made numerous attempts at freedom. Flying around the room, finding him stuck in the window's burglar bars.
Inbetween the heated rows we'd have, he'd use Apple as a way to calm me, to end the tantrum.
Apple became the central part and the adhesive of a relationship in tatters.
We held on to him, denying his emancipation from the four walled cell.
We ignored the outbursts of the 'landlord' against keeping animals inside.

Until we did the inevitable, that morning.
Apple having resigned himself to life in captivity, hesitated before spreading his wings and taking flight.

We let him go. His name was Apple.

To be continued...

Im a candidate for easy addiction to anything fun

For my teen years it was tv and books, the library.
am watching the Shining, Jack Nicholson, Uber Creepy!

am tapping keys on my lap, plugged into blogspot, and facebook open on another window

am a devout follower of Michael Jackson, This is it, the crown of all addictions!