To a Fledgling Robin Misplaced by Joshua Brunetti

So strange to have to look down To observe something fitted for ascension– Small though you were, trembling on the ground– So I hastily in human pretension Saved you from the stray cat’s petty maw– Raptured you with hands cupped From the impending unsheathed claw– And flightlessly you were lifted up. But as I placed…