I found you hurt by a bird

for which you were prey,

robbed of fight and flight

and left come what may

You inhabit my heart

in a place already reserved

I want to build the chance

for trust and receptivity

You need me to approach you up front

plain for your eye to see

I honor you transparently

You are dormant in the winter,

unknown to me within the very waters

that I provide

I worry that you might never return

to rest within the palm of my hand

and wonder,

are you already in that other place

where I can not reach you

as you have me?