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Little bird
who can not fly.
Too weak to stand,
my heart longs for you.
I pick you up
and carry you home.
Making phone calls
to see what I can do.
Longing for your survival.
The closest place 40 miles.
I drive you there
praying you will live
long enough,
praying I will get there
before you pass on.
For if there is even
one small hope for life
I want to try.
As I get there,
you still live.
Happy, I rush you inside
to caring hands.
My dear little sparrow
you are safe
and will be given
enough care
to live.