Protection Poem by Margy Crumb

Protection

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my love is like a bird
when she is hurt,
it is mortal.
but she soars when it's
sunny outside.

she flies to me on the windowsill
and i cradle her in my hands
(she fits right in them perfectly)
to keep her safe.

Monday, September 7, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: birds,safety
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