She looks up into his eyes

Hair cascades about her face

She slowly takes him by the hand

And leads him to her find

                                         She hesitates at the tables edge

                                         Afraid of what he’ll think

                                         But then she sees her father’s pride

                                         And knows that it’s okay

He gently lifts the little bird

Cupped within his palms

Takes it to her mother’s side

And shows its damaged wing

                                        They let her help little friend

                                        Prepare a box and food

                                        Her pillowcase she puts within