Sparrow

A gentle hand stoops,

Gathers the ruffled sparrow,

Pulls her from the narrow

Crevice. Her panicked heart

Beating.

The rough, scratched hand

Holds her, the royal-ringed

Finger caresses the frail-winged

Creature. The tender hands

Holding.

The soothing hand draws

The trembling sparrow to

A warmth, a nest of new

Comfort. One heart beats, the other

Calming.

-Kristin Post

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