Life in a Vermont shack
Has all kinds of charm
So imagine my chagrin
When the goldfinch came to harm
He flew into my porch
Yesterday at dawn
And plop, down he fell
Right onto the lawn
So still he was
I thought he had died
Oh, I can’t stand it!
To hubby I cried
But when I kneeled down
To lament his demise
Goldfinch looked up at me
And blinked his little eyes
I gently propped him up
On his little bird feet
But he fell over again
On his little bird seat
He didn’t look injured
His wings seemed intact
And he wasn’t bleeding
As a matter of fact
His beak looked okay
Eventually he stood upright
He held still for so long
I was really uptight
But then he started
Looking around
And ruffled his feathers
At each little sound
I wish I took his picture
But I worried he was dying
So happy was I
When he finally went flying!
I saw him light
On a nearby maple
So there’s the happy ending
To this hair-raising fable
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