I found a little bird on the ground.
He looked dazed and confused.
Scooping him into my hands,
I told him, “Yeah, I’ve been there too!”
The birdie snuggled in my hands.
I guess I gave him warmth.
Who knows what he was thinking?
As I gently rocked him back and forth.
Should I put him in my shirt pocket
Until his strength is regained?
Or should toss him high into the air
In hopes he’ll fly again?
Opening my hands to see
How my little friend did fair.
He flapped his wings, and took to flight,
“Tweet, tweet!” And left me there.