A Bird in the Hand

A sound was heard at my

garden door

A feathered smudge found upon it

There she lay in frightened

trembling dismay

A giant knelt ...

yet still towering above her

He reached out and touched

her pounding heart

Then cupped her warmth

in his hand

She stayed awhile until

she could smile

At the kindly human mystery

This love they shared

is uncommonly rare

She knew she could be freed

Before she flew

she whispered a song she knew

into the gentle giant’s beard :

“I cannot make you happy

You're a wounded Bird like me ―

be Free...

you must find the strength to Fly”…

"A Bird in your hand

is worth two in the bush ―

Come fly away with me"...

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M / Edge of the woods

Notes: Thank you so much for the special feature this simple heartfelt poem has been allowed.  It is based on actual events that happen often where habitat
meets civilization.  As humans we can mitigate this footprint left behind by lifting the weight of caring with actions that speck louder than words. Who among us has not needed a helping hand when we are struggling with the unexpected?  Moments we must find the strength to carry on with a little help from our friends?

   Find the strength to fly ―

Written March 1st, 2012
reposted from my original account
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Tags: #peace #nature #adieu #kindness #birds #audubon

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