With a thud, the little bird fell.
The glass remained intact.
The bird was stunned.
He approached her with all his compassion,
Wrapped her in a soft, beige towel
And held her close to his softly beating heart.
He stayed that way for a few minutes as she came to;
She, unaware of what was going on,
He, instinctively loosened his grip
Spreading his pink fingers apart just a little bit.
She moved one wing,
then the other
She seemed to be testing her abilities.
He, the true guide, gave her more room
Enough for her to express herself
but not too much
Not to scare her of her own freedom.
He navigated the space with her
gradually moving her to a more open area.
He gave her a little lift
And off she flew,
Free and Grateful