A White Feathery Mango

A White Feathery Mango

We saw you there,
Standing by the wood full of fear and anticipation.
You are so poor and naïve,
Like a lost baby,
Hoping to go home, but not knowing how.

My daughter tried to approach you.
You were scared,
Struggling to perch on the top of a tree trump.
Finding it was even more dangerous,
You buried yourself under a thin bush,
Like a white feathery mango.

We left you alone,
Hoping you safe and sound.
Going through the wood,
We were startled by two dead and decomposed bodies of
Baby water birds
Just like you.

Your wings are too tender,
Your feathers are still not yet grown,
What would happen to you at night,
A baby bird not able to fly?

Thinking of hungry cats and ferocious weasels,
We came back to rescue you,
Bringing you back home,
Feeding you with little shrimp.

Now you are couching there,
Head buried under a wing,
Like a feathery white mango.