In the wind chill, <br />A broken-wing lavish bird <br />Crash-land to my wistful world <br />and begged for a shelter. <br />I said that I can look after her <br />bringing fruits from an orchard. <br />I never latch the cage my little bird <br />but one thing you have to promise me. <br />Never try to flee once you get your wings back. <br />She agreed with a sarcastic smile. <br /> <br />To the birds cannot flutter!<br /><br />nimal dunuhinga<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/at-one-s-wits-end/
