Sunday, April 24, 2016

Proper care for you*

Don't know where
You came from,
Which air
Brought you here,
What feathers Thou hath made for her,

But as you are here,
I am sure,
I Will, by thy Will,
Find for you,
Proper care.

(*Note: upon a small cuddly tiny little birdling, whom i have found , rather discovered, this morning, walking briskly at the verandah/porch of our home. The photo attached taken by me, bears proper testimony to the fact real, one guesses. )

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