FRIENDS… a simple poem

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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 I 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.