For A Blackbird

As I wrote one dreary day
Beside my favorite windowsill
I was given such a tremendous fright
When a winged creature flew inside.

It fluttered about in frenzied panic
Attempting to find some simple solace
And when it finally came to rest
I realized it was an avian.

A smaller songbird, black as night.
It hopped about with broken wing.
Once gathered and nestled into my arms
It settled down to sleep.

I kept it safely in my home
And over time the wing did heal.
I taught it many a happy song
And helped it take flight once again.

When the time did come to set it free
I did so with a heavy heart.
Returning to my lonely work
Beside the windowsill.

Yet the blackbird did not forget
My kindness and my charity.
It made a nest in a nearby oak,
And there today it sings.