What the Shelter Holds

Written for:  Sunday Muse #235

Homeless man,
blue veins prominent
on cold fingers.  He
lingers in cave-like
space, his face hidden
under lid of a cardboard
box.  A frightened
baby bird of lemon hue
seeks shelter on the man's
thigh.  Man wonders why
this bird feels secure
with him.  He feels a wisp
of air on his finger,
timorous thrumming
of baby bird's heart.
The two settle in
for the night, each
grateful for the other's


About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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20 Responses to What the Shelter Holds

  1. dorahak says:

    Heartwarming tale, Sara.


  2. Rob Kistner says:

    This was loving and gentle Sara, really captured me my friend… ✌🏼🕊❤️


  3. poetisatinta says:

    Very beautiful piece ❤


  4. wyndolynne says:

    Delicate and lovely.


  5. Helen says:

    This one tugs at the heartstrings … we have a huge houseless population in Bend … the fixes are few are far between.


  6. Sherry Marr says:

    Aw, this is very sweet. I like to think of the two creatures giving each other comfort. Heaven knows, they both need it.


  7. Truedessa says:

    To find companionship in unexpected places. Beautifully stated.


  8. qbit says:



  9. Soulmates. A truly touching tale.


  10. Carrie V. H. says:

    Each other’s company can be the greatest gift of all. A wonderful poem Sara!


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