Remote Familiar

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.