Bird In the Hand

One cool spring morning my husband opened the front door, And he saw a little bird shivering on the porch floor. The poor thing was just a tiny little bird. When he saw it, his compassion was stirred. He scooped the young bird into his warm hand, And hoped that the small bird would understand. He sat on the porch with the bird for a long while, Caressing it with his finger, and speaking softly to beguile. The vulnerable bird had no fear as it was cradled in his hands. It was fortuitous the bird had chosen our porch in which to land. Finally the bird had recovered sufficiently, and it was time to say goodbye. With his hand outstretched, and moist eyes, he watched his new friend fly. 6/1/17 Mid September Premiere Contest Brian Strand Sponsor