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 gentle 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 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"...
© 2012 Harlon Rivers … All Rights Reserved
Written March 1st, 2012
1 comment:
So so touching... the simple joy of communicating with birds expressed, but to hold one in your hand is a rare gift indeed.
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