Grounded

Tiny winged and
And white downed
In deadened straw
Three sleep alone
Three tiny birds
An empty home

Opened hands
Three treasures found
 Life’s
Honey nectar
Flowing down
 Down to birds
On nestled ground

Bird number one takes to wing
Bird Number two, too wills to go
Never more for one and two
Will Nested straw be a home

The hand, it cradles number three
A bird not able to take to wing
A bird that struggles so to soar
To fly away, away somewhere
But not able to take wing
 Earthbound it stays forever more
  
A Precious Bird never meant to fly