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In suspense
She was only exploring
The way curious creatures do.
No way to freedom
And no way back
From this,
without the help of another.
Trapped and trembling
on the lowest bar
Of a five bar gate
Feeling her little heart
beating fast
Noticing the wildness
of fear in her eyes
Speaking softly
Gathering her up
To return her gently
To her weeping mother
And all the while
The blackbirds sang
My favourite tune
And the wrens were mighty
In the wall

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