Flying away…

I found her quite by chance…or rather she found me…maybe we found each other…dark rainly morning…didn’t look like the rain was going to let up…as I walked aimlessly in the rain and didn’t at all mind what the rain was doing to me…safe under my big red umbrella…I saw her lying there…really little…like a tiny whiny brown leaf, quivering…without a second thought I scooped her up in my hand…held her really close and rushed for the warmth of home…a little frightened…I was…unsure of what to do…
Safely tucked into a little box…a freshly ironed pink towel to keep her warm…I watched her fall asleep and felt a strange kind of responsibility towards her…and I spent most of the day watching her…sometimes we put so much trust and faith in people, creatures…and its always based on instinct…my little sparrow…i believe that its okay to believe in people…its alright to not know what that means…its alright to take that chance…its alright to pin your hopes onto someone…and then keep them warm and safe and hope that they will fly…and maybe through them you’d go somewhere new as well…and its also alright to realize that it did not work…hey its about taking that chance and knowing that you did all you could…
She flew away the next day…and in my heart I felt her turn around to watch me watch her leave…you have to let go…I did…
It’s a good feeling to help someone…its nice to find creatures, people…its even better when you realize that you found them so that they may find you finding yourself…