Here's a sonnet written last year.
A SWALLOW IN MY HAND
Today I had a swallow in my hand,
its silky sheen of blue and black
within my grasp. Just one from out the band
of fledgling chicks, gape-fed, still hanging back
to crouch beside their nest across the beam.
A day went past before they launched and flew
save one small bird, dropped from their team,
to press against the window pane, not through
to sky, but tangled in the spider’s den.
I heard the noise and took it to the light
a while it sat upon my hand and then
flew off, at first uncertain shaky flight,
but next in wheeling arcs it soared away
its sweeping flight my huge reward today.
Hope you like it, Chip