Forced to Earth
Crunching my way through the woods,I am surrounded by crisp silence...And then, close by, a sound...a whispered sob.When I find you, you are on the ground, shaking.When I move toward you, your fear and your exhaustion are at war.Your exhaustion wins out and you surrender to my hands.I hold you as if you were as delicate as you are,careful not to make any sudden movements.You are wounded...your wing was broken.It was a gru...