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
