You stay in the hand while he picks you up.

You lie very still -- your heart drumming very fast in your throat. You think if you lie very still, maybe the man will put you down.

But he doesn't.

He spreads open each of your wings. You let him.

Blows a little of his warm breath along your feathers -- "Nothing looks broken. You'll be okay then."

The man is walking, holding you gently in his hands. Your wings still open, the way he set them -- You can spring up out of his big hands, if you dare.

The End

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