04-14-2017, 01:22 AM
Erithacus rubecula
A baby born to carry cries,
wrapped in hay.
A mother too weak,
asks all beasts to feed
the fire, keep him warm.
Her feeble words crackle
over the failing flames
and the stable grows dimmer
as the beasts sleep on.
The simple brown plumage
of a brave tiny bird,
flutters in onto an oak beam
singing to the mother.
All night the bird fanned
heat on to the baby
ferocious in its task
exhausted it fell.
Hot embers burnt its breast
a vest of bright red
blessed in the morning light
the saviour of our child.
A baby born to carry cries,
wrapped in hay.
A mother too weak,
asks all beasts to feed
the fire, keep him warm.
Her feeble words crackle
over the failing flames
and the stable grows dimmer
as the beasts sleep on.
The simple brown plumage
of a brave tiny bird,
flutters in onto an oak beam
singing to the mother.
All night the bird fanned
heat on to the baby
ferocious in its task
exhausted it fell.
Hot embers burnt its breast
a vest of bright red
blessed in the morning light
the saviour of our child.
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