i feel a wounded bird
flailing in your presence.

scared near death
a dark shadow cast
as you cover the sky.

and if you were to pick me up too soon
i might not accept your kindness.

i wouldn’t believe 
that a safer place
a quiet place
is where you’d move me.

nor a firm grasp
would lead me
to the sanctuary
or to my demise.

and if ever a time 
i needed to escape
it’d be near.

if ever a time i needed to fly 
this would be it.

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