This piece is reflective of and inspired by what is presently happening now (estimate 20 minutes before the upload time)
There is a baby bird on my shoulder,
like Saint Francis used to have
Or still does, if statues or stories are timeless.
Breathing less rapidly now.
It trusted me in less than 2 minutes,
terrified of the cat
but its only defense:
opening its mouth for food.
How unlike anything.
Nature doesn't have to teach this innocence.
I worry for its mother and father,
because this bird will be healed
but returning her (or him) is unlikely,
even if walking around for hours.
Today, for today,
I am a bird's Father.