This is a poem of a true story. The bird looked sickly and came down to the table in front of me. I was able to touch it briefly and we shared a moment together before it flew back to the trees. From "Derbal Yaragan"
Tiny bird so weak and frail
Feathers tattered pale and grey
A sickly sight from head to tail
If you could talk what would you say
Descending now to where I stand
You show no fear and seem to know
That as I touch you with my hand
I mean no harm, you're free to go.
A moment shared our lives entwine
Contact made between two souls
You in your world me in mine
Living out our separate roles
The moment passed you fly away
And land upon a nearby tree
Will you return another day
To spend a moment here with me.