frampton, peter
i heard her at the back door
the little-wing bird
lying there
it should've been
the end for her
was she going somewhere?
did she have a place to be?
perhaps
today
was on her way
to rescue me
sometimes you fly
on top of the world
sometimes you cry
sometimes it hurts
we all need somebody
to understand
lend a hand
i could see some movement
an idea came clear
to care for one another is
the reason we are here
i wrapped her in a blanket
the sky falling stray
took her to the river
and watched her get away