Bird

I held a tiny bird within my cupped hands. It's softness enraptured me. It's tiny heart beat steadily, resting in my protection. I felt that elusive sense of belonging welling inside me. But too soon did it shiver, and its feathers splintered outward as the wings arched. It had tired of me. And after a pinch of the claw and a rustle of wind, it was gone. It did not belong to me. I did not belong to it.