Dragon is such an adorable and, yes, kindhearted, dear, little soul.
But he has a few, very, important lessons, that he has yet to learn.
Like what he can do to help our the birdies, we feed in these tales.
Temperatures plummeted deeply down, as the wind blew in gales.
Dragon became very distraught as his birdies huddled in our eves.
Dragon loved them so, that he couldn’t watch them sit, in the breeze.
Their water became frozen, as they pecked at the seeds, in the snow.
So he decided to save his birdies from the elements found in the cold.
He gathered them up, rented a plane, and sent them to the warm South.
He thought to be saving them from a brutal winter, stirring here, outside.
But low and behold, his tired birdies came back home, the very next day.
They’d flown hard to get back, never wanting to go, come what may!
Home is what, this is all about, and the decisions that we tend to make.
And that we Can’t make decisions for others every moment of the day.
Yep, you can’t micro manage the world, for others, deciding Their lives.
Telling others what to do, that’s right, can turn out so wrong, not right!
You see, they were busily employed in building their beloved little nests.
But next, Dragon brought them inside, way out of that icky, frozen mess.
But they wanted to be outside, where their feathers protected them sooo…
They made a mad prison break escape, when Dragon opened up the door!
They needed to be where they belonged, as Dragon cleaned up their mess.
Now, even Dragons’ penguins went into hiding, fearing they would be next.
So we got all together, for a family intervention… for him and his friends…
All explained that they liked their lives, exactly the way, it has always been.
The penguins are happy playing at the lake; the birdies huddled under our eves.
They love the excitement the weather brings, and have work to do before spring.
Feeding them is really enough, and giving them the occasional water to drink.
For they are entities unto themselves, enjoying all that life can truly bring.
Dragon learned a lesson that day, that God has made us each, in unique ways.
But that didn’t stop him from knitting the birdies warm little booties to take.
They immediately hung them in trees, then took apart, to add to their nest.
But what they really wanted was sticks and twigs that moisture never held.
The moral to my story is: Let others be who they are, offer help, don’t insist…
We were not meant to micro manage everyone else’s total existence.
Writers' Statement. A fun loving Fable.
Copyright © Carol Eastman | Year Posted 2017