Monday, August 11, 2014

A Bird in my Hand

I held a bird in my hand
Palms cupped together
Fingers interlaced
While he shivered
Heart beating faster
Almost throbbing
As instinct fought to free him
From the cage
--No matter how gentle--
He found himself in.

I opened my hands
And he took to the sky
A jagged bullet
Outline clear against
The ethereal blue
As nature prevailed
Over tentative nurture
And his wings beat faster
Than his heart.

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