I held a bird
in my hand,
small and injured,
warm and soft.
Its heart beat wildly--
a tickle of feathers
a scratch of feet--
as it struggled
to gain the air.
I caught my breath,
and said a prayer
while I held fast,
hands cupped round
its desperate body,
as if I could keep
its fragile life
from slowly ebbing
away.
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