Musing #7

Fluff and feathers everywhere
Tiny body over there
In a corner cowering low
Little bird, do I want to know?

Trembling, wondering what I may find
Anxious, my hearts in a bind

Peering into the gloom
looking for blood
eyes searching the room
Tears about to flood

None to be found!
A glimmer of hope
He is hopping around
Like trying to catch soap

Perched on a finger
We finally stare
He’s wondering I’m sure
If I am luck or fear

Saved to live another day
To fly in skies sunny or grey