Let it be
the opposite of a tussle
for the bird.
Keep that one window latched
just before the ledge
where he comes to rest in mid-day.

Meet his eyes.
They don’t drown in yours
or have the compulsion
or obligation to:
he’s not your mirrored friend.

Let him cool his feathers
Let him incubate his day’s rest
He’s not just another man.



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