Birds

Flitting about 

Like a nervous little sand piper

You tethered on the edge

Of a little less than sane

But I assured you

Warm cup in hand and

Prophetic sight in my mind 

That you were going to 

Be just the exact amount

Of courageous as you needed

And you quieted from sand piper 

To mourning dove

Cooing your mournful sound

To comfort yourself 

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