Featherd Friends
‘FEATHERED FRIENDS’
Though I knew that I was sick
Didn’t know the full extent,
Prayed for the end to be quick
But the pain would not relent.
As the black widow’s venom
Made its paralyzing trek,
Too late for safe asylum
My mind wrapped in noxious silk.
Amidst chaos gathered the birds
Four days, four nights came and went,
Constant chirping of their words
But the flock would not relent.
Oh yes, they came from above
My guardian angels, ten,
For it only take one dove
To fly your soul home again.
D. Faye Nail
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