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
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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
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