Time for Late Night Poetry Corner with Karen again! :D So, this is an old poem I completely forgot that I'd written years ago until I stumbled upon it again tonight. Enjoy!

A bird trapped in a thorn bush

Struggles but cannot come free.

To save the merlin I rush,

But he sees an enemy.

He cries, bites, and claws at me.

Merlin does not understand.

That I'd help? It could not be.

Sitting, I withdraw my hand.

I'll wait; he'll trust or tire.

I long to help right away,

Distressed to see things so dire.

Merlin won't hear what I say.

And when merlin's struggles cease,

I come quickly to his aid,

On his life give a new lease.

To free him, the price I pay.

The bird gives me one last bite,

Piercing the flesh of my hand.

"There, there, it'll be alright,"

I calm merlin as I stand.

Too weak and wounded to leave,

The bird just pants and lies there,

But he can heal, I believe.

So I give him rest and care.

Trapped so long he didn't know

That birds were made for the sky,

As his strength returns, I show

And remind him how to fly.

His trust grows with each new day

As he's allowed to fly free,

Though he's careful not to stray,

Again what he's meant to be.

As I remove the last patch,

My hand's scar you can still see.

I regret nothing about this, except maybe staying up this late to post... Goodnight! :)