Lullaby of the Winged Zebras - A Pledge

Lullaby of the Winged Zebras

Hush, my brave one, close your eyes,

let moonlight paint the nighttime skies.

The nurses whisper, kind and near,

“The winged zebras sleep right here.”

Striped like whispers, soft and small,

they guard the dreams of children all.

Each one waits with folded wings,

to fly where courage softly sings.

One zebra waits, his wings so white,

he finds your bed this healing night.

Nurse Sarah smiles, her voice a hum,

“A name is yours to give, my chum.”

You hold him close—your hands are warm,

he’s safe within your heartbeat’s storm.

You say, “He’s Thunder, strong and kind,

for storms must pass and leave peace behind.”

So sleep, dear Thunder, stay and keep

your watch while Liam drifts to sleep.

Through beeping lights and starry gleam,

the room will hush inside his dream.

The other zebras, one by one,

will find their friends before the sun.

Each brave child whispers low and deep

a secret name before they sleep.

Some call them Braveheart, Sky, or Rain,

each name a song to ease the pain.

Their wings unfold in silver air,

and courage hums a prayer there.

Rest now, Thunder, brave and true,

the night will heal the world with you.

And when the stars fade, soft and slow—

you’ll wake where warm winds gently blow.

Hush, my brave one, dreams will stay,

and zebra wings will guide your way.

Sleep till sunlight crowns your bed—

the storm has passed, the fear has fled.

Goodnight, sweet Thunder, pure and bright,

fly through your dreams on wings of light.

Author's/Artist's Note: As a disabled survivor using assistive technology, which changes day by day pending health and that day's needs- (#zebralife), I pour these chapters from my own experiences and the people I've met along the path of life. Assistive tech helps me myriad of ways present my message. If Lior's eyes reflect your shadows, reach out—resources like RAINN or Support for Men at 1in6.org are lifelines. What's next? Comments welcome, always.