The Wooden Bird

A wooden bird hatched from a wooden egg. The mother looked at it and thought, If it fell to the ground and splintered the pieces would make an excellent nest.

Don’t judge her. She was not expecting what she got. She was thinking of making a home out of a child that would never fly. That was made of oak, hard and heavy like a door. Not out of balsa which, if a breeze came up, would be light enough to keep elevated, for a while. And it moved slower than the other birds. And when it rained, what then? 

So for all of these reasons the mother bird nudged her wooden offspring out of the nest; and used the splinters to build a lovely new home.

A home which all the other mother birds envied. “It was made from my wooden child,” she would sing. “I loved him. He was beautiful, but he was only made of wood. What else could I do?”

DON FISHER has been published in Bryant Literary Review. Currently he has a poem in the online journal After Happy Hour Review. He also has been published in the online journal The Raven's Perch. He has been writing poetry, fiction and non-fiction for over thirty years.
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