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As I sat underneath the tree

Considering nothing

A tiny bird fell down to me

Too weak to fly or sing

I took him home with me

And fed him what he cried for

'Til his feathers shone and he grew bolder

Singing, laughing, restless, older

One day the cage stood empty

Like I had always known

My tiny bird had taken flight

Leaving me alone

I sat under the tree

And cried

Until I felt a touch upon my shoulder

Gentle, loving, different, older