In a frenzy of beating wings, they arrive,
alight on an outstretched finger, wary,
ready to rise again, to seek better shelter
from the storm than this scattered mind,
this voice, rough from shouting into the wind.
With feigned indifference, I unlock my doors
and open every window, to show I understand,
to allow for their safe flight, should they
decide this was an ill-considered risk.
(c) 2019, by Hannah Six