Water Into Wine
We found you
plastered to a concrete drive,
acute angled, feet drawn,
beneath a hot baked sun…
You’d landed somewhere hostile,
a dad, ruffled by things that flap,
children unversed in basic care.
And so we scooped you up,
took you to our hearts…
No-one sent a rescue helicopter.
The vet, disinterested in your plight
advised against removing wildlife
from its habitat.
Google informed that human scent
would prevent a mother
returning to its chick.
I advised them that you stood no chance,
the broken leg and wing
fate in itself, sealed
Later, I comfort them
tell them it is better to die
surrounded by love
I comfort myself with the observation
of their tenderness, respect for life…
the pipette, the water, the gentle hands…
My 10 yr old had wanted to turn the water into wine
suggested that might just take the pain away
the things children say…