your hands

the bird falls from its lofty perch,
the heart flys to the throat,
the mind spins in circles,

and they, the hands reach down and catch the bird.

that silly, undeserving bird.

struggling, beating her wings,
the bird trys to break free
with a scene,
and as it tries to flutter away
the wings freeze,
and the fall begins again.

but the hands attempt to catch her
again.

when will they miss?
no, with a sigh,
its not this time.
why do the hands try?
why
wont they let the bird fall?
it doesnt want to fly
anymore, it wants to die.
but the hands still try
to pry
some life out of her.

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i wonder...