A lonely Jackdaw broke his wing
In winter, months from spring
He crawled over the village green
Through all the cold that winter brings
We all thought that he`d been had
By a wild cat or something bad
In Spring I talked to someone
While waiting for a bus
He spoke of seeing Jack on yonder roof
“He`s flying now without a fuss”
He spoke of how the neighbourhood
Had left their garden gates ajar
To aid the creature without flight
He spoke of Jacks determination
To carry on and not be beat
By things which may come down his street
But now he`s free to fly and sing
He is a born survivor
I looked at my companion there
And thought should I have spoken
I didn`t speak I think he knew
That my wing had been broken.