She calls me
with her mewling
that killer
with dark eyes
and twitching tail tip
Feathers matted
slick with saliva
and cradled
in pointed blades
of green
An eye flickers
a breath puffs
a wing splays
a foot twists
a body half hidden
I hiss her away
seal her behind glass
and with gentle finger
stroke and touch
a life now in reach
I back away
to give him space
to let him know
he can go if he can
but she finds a gap
A shout echoes
a foot leaps to shoo
and with cupped hands
I lift him
to fly away
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