A Little Thanks To a Kind Gesture
I stare at my computer wondering what to say
All of my thoughts seem to be whisked away
You know ..as I look outside what a beautiful day
the squirrels are playing and running up and down the tree
even the crows aren't bothering me
But a bird flys into my window
as I draw open the blinds
falling amoungst the concrete below
I open up my slider door
I pick it up gently and place it in my hands
it slowly starts to stand
I just keep holding it with my hands
just enough so it cant fly away
giving it that moment not to still be in
disarray
it begins to chirp as I open my hands
letting it see that I wasnt it's last stand
it leaps and flies to a nearby branch
as I give it one last glance
then its flys right over
giving its thanks
it poops on my head!
5/18/16
Copyright © Shawn Daniels | Year Posted 2016
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