Zebra Seeking Spoons

A bird with a broken wing,
Dreams of soaring, longing to sing,
Held down by pain, yet still it tries,
To chase the dawn across the skies.

Its feathers battered, yet hope remains,
A silent strength that quietly sustains,
In tangled roots and shaded trees,
It whispers stories on the breeze.

Though grounded now, its spirit soars,
Within its heart, adventure roars,
For even broken, wings can heal,
And someday, it will again feel—
The wind’s embrace, the sky’s wide ring,
A song of hope from a bird with a broken wing.