Cupped in your hand
breath quivering
the choice is clear,
like glass marked
by a sparrow’s impact.
The heart thrums,
wild and free,
through your fingers.
You gently stroke
tawny feathers,
its neck unbroken,
and then release:
a body rises
through the sky
like dawn unfolding
morning glories.
About the Creator
Alison McBain
Alison McBain writes fiction & poetry, edits & reviews books, and pens a webcomic called “Toddler Times.” In her free time, she drinks gallons of coffee & pretends to be a pool shark at her local pub. More: http://www.alisonmcbain.com/
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Comments (4)
I love animals <3. I have a Zoology degree and made it my life's mission to give back to nature, so I adore content like this where someone else appreciates nature, too.
Morning glories indeed. How does one get a bird to sit so serenely on one's finger. Poem amply describes it.
Like dawn unfolding morning glories. That was sooooo beautiful! Such a wonderful poem!
Lovely nature poem!!!💕❤️❤️