Remote Familiar
I used to see a little bird
that had a broken wing.
When I neared, it ran away
the frightened little thing.
In pain it responded to my song
but when near enough to touch,
presuming danger it ran again
like it had trusted me too much.
If I could hold it in my hands,
say all that goes unsaid.
If I could build a nest for it
to rest it's weary head.
If I could heal with all the love
that's bottled up inside,
but it seems my song wasn't sweet enough.
I can only say I tried.