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The Bruised Bird Poetry Contest- Sponsored by Robert James Liguori
This is actually a true story. The only thing different is that I had six children and I had told the other five who were older all the truth, they all cried. When the truth came out years later to my youngest daughter she couldn't help herself from not weeping. She still had Woody's feather!
Where's Woody Daddy
One day, when I was gardening,
and putting seeds into the ground
I pushed aside a pile of sticks,
and I heard this tweeting sound
The tweet came from an injured woodpecker
That had a broken left wing
So, I took him in and to the best I could,
I made makeshift sling
I kept him in the basement,
so that I wouldn't hear his noise
And I put him in a giant cage,
with water, food and toys
I nursed him for a while,
and he was looking really great
Until one night when I came home,
from working kind of late
Each night when I'd come home,
I'd fill his bowls and check
To see if he could fly again,
or maybe try to peck
But sadly, when I walked down my steps,
there were feathers on the floor
My cat somehow got to the cage
and opened up the door
I didn't tell my daughter,
that sadly Woody died
I told her that I let him go,
a rare time that I lied
So, after cleaning up the mess,
I gave a feather to my child
And I told her Woody flew away
and he is living in the wild
I told a little white lie,
but I think it was for best
Because, my daughter, she was happy,
when I laid her head to rest
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