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Pollito
Incubator brightening
oval, glossy, white, pure egg
Sitting there, motionless
Impatiently watching for it to hatch
Light gleaming in my eyes
Beating down on the egg
An abrupt motion
Tiny crack
My eyes watching every second, every move
Suddenly, a crack
More and more cracks now
Beak bounding to emerge
The shell crumbles
A wet yellow head popped out
Left a little bird
Not knowing where to go
Without a place
The little chick
Panicking
Scared for this big world
Teriffed, lost, alone
Chirping
Calling of help
Wondering
Searching
For his mother
My hands reach out
Hoping to help
The poor chick
Reaching down
I wrap my hands around the chick
Providing a blanketing comfort
My fingers
Wet from the damp yellow feathers
Providing warmth for the helpless little bird
Creating a home
For the frightened bird
My hand wrapped around the chick
A feeling of happiness sending shivers up my spine
I found a friend
A friend that I will call Pollito
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