For just a brief few moments
I held you in my hand and felt
The beating heart of America:
Fragile, wounded, but recovering,
And so, to give you safety, time,
And room to spread your wings and fly again,
I set you carefully in a sheltered spot
Away from birds of prey
But open to the outer world.
After a few breaths,
You flew to me, resting briefly
On my pantleg, restoring balance,
Then off into a nearby tree
And home into the sky.
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