Oh I wish I had a feathered wing
that I could lift for sheltering
my babies, the bereft, the lonely
the poor, the faceless, the homeless.
I wish I had a feathered wing to keep you warm.
“Come in,
“Come in,” I’d say.
Come in for awhile;
a day, a night.
Come in and rest.
Be safe for awhile.
Don’t fight with your life.
Rest.
Hello. Yes, this is Dog 
You are on a literary high my dear. Lilington was such a touching piece of writing as is this beautiful poem. You are a person of depth and beauty – goes without saying – but how constantly I am reminded of how blessed I am to have you in my life. You are a gift.
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