Refuge

I found him in the garden
frozen from the cold and barely moving
I extended my hand – offering nothing more
than a moment of refuge

I slowly felt the movement
as he crawled from flower to hand
and merely sat there
absorbing the warmth

suddenly he began to thaw
and his wings, now restored
were ready for flight

I returned him to the flower
and without further obligation
we both continued on our way
together, though in opposite directions

both a little warmer for the moment

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