The Wounded Bird

 In the wide bed
Under the freen embroidered quilt
With flowers and leaves always in soft motion
She is like a wounded bird resting on a pool.
The hunter threw his dart And hit her breast,-- Hit her but did not kill.
"O my wings, lift me--lift me! I am not dreadfully hurt!" Down she dropped and was still.
Kind people come to the edge of the pool with baskets.
"Of course what the poor bird wants is plenty of food!" Their bags and pockets are crammed almost to bursting With dinner scrapings and scraps from the servants' lunch.
Oh! how pleased they are to be really giving! "In the past, you know you know, you were always so fly-away.
So seldom came to the window-sill, so rarely Shared the delicious crumbs thrown into the yard.
Here is a delicate fragment and her a tit-bit As good as new.
And here's a morsel of relish And cake and bread and bread and bread and bread.
" At night, in the wide bed With the leaves and flowers Gently weaving in the darkness, She is like a wounded bird at rest on a pool.
Timidly, timidly she lifts her head from her wing.
In the sky there are two stars Floating, shining.
O waters--do not cover me! I would look long and long at those beautiful stars! O my wings--lift me--lift me! I am not so dreadfully hurt.

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