Free Bird
A little bird flew smack into the glass
knocked himself clean out, poor thing
I reached down to comfort him
thinking maybe he had a broken wing,
he stood up on his tiny twig legs
and was still, there with his eyes closed
I carefully touched his little head
he opened his eyes but was still froze.
Finally he came halfway to
and began to stagger around
me on my hands and knees following him
the sky waiting for him to un-ground.
He hopped over into the corner
facing the door to the inside
wrong way, my little friend
you aren't meant for there, unwide
so I reached over and cupped him
and pointed him towards the sky
gave him a little boot in the butt
after a minute, he remembered how to fly.
And off he went.
To be that close to such a free being
to almost be able to hold
was amazing to me and the folks that gathered
quite a story for us to have told.