You stitch it to the wind
So that it will learn to fly without a mother

You hold it to your heart
So that you’ll know fragility forever

You weigh the infancy of time
In the palm of your hand

You stand there quizzically
Considering our contract with nature

You look for a nest
Only to discover space is home

You nurture the nestling
With an eye-dropper and a dream

You call a bird rehabilitator
Marry them and fly away