So many birds have missing feet,
Misshapen claws, fused into a lump, a clump…
Crippled… but no one cares.
They hop, hop, hop from here to there,
Pecking at the ground ~~
It’s all about survival!
I see the same ones day after day
But it’s the first few days post injury that count
The brave struggle – that’s what it’s about,
Persistence despite the pain
Until it becomes a part of existence
So one can’t remember how it was before
And one feels normal again.
©Denise G Allen, 07 January 2014 07:13