Climbing
up off the ground,
dust off your wings.
I hope the fall
didn’t break your feathers.
Have you a need
for accommodations,
or are you independent?
Here,
climb in my hand,
ride on my shoulder.
There’s plenty of room up there
and I am
always listening.
HG – 2018
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