Tiny Bird of Song and Flight

I noticed several tiny flutters upon the grassy field today. I gathered myself and went to see what was underway. I noticed it was a little bird with its wings all folded and rain swarmed. I opened up my hand to it and caressed it with my hand's warmth. It's tiny little eyes looked up at me in a look of such distress that I took it and put in the deep pocket of my dress. I took it home and desperate to help it I brought it in. From there a special bond between us did spiritually begin. I took it near the fire, its little wings I opened and began to dry. For almost a moment there, I thought I seen it cry. I fluffed up its feathers and feed it some broth. Covered the bird in a warm, soft cotton cloth. Later on that very evening I heard a tiny but significant shutter. My heart was filled with laughter as I seen it's wings begin to flutter. I gathered the bird once more in my warm and inviting hands, and at that very moment, I learned what it meant to love more than man. I released the tiny bird and watched it take unhindered flight. In time maybe it will return and sing, and to my ears bring a welcomed delight.