I found a small fledgling thin and weak

On a palm tree branch making little tweets

Like a soft butterfly floating in the breeze

Awakened by sounds of other creatures

Opening its eyes, beaming the bright light above

Its mama’s wings big and wide

What brought that baby bird to that point

To were he had been abandoned in the big, wide world

Longing for belonging

Dreadful and alone

What but a thing of mother nature

To leave a baby bird without a home…