Lolly
You’re too young to trust,
but you sit in my palm
as if I’ve earned it.
A flick of feather,
a noise just short of sound—
move as you let me feed.
I didn’t know I needed something
small enough to hold,
quiet enough to stay.
No promises. No tricks of fate.
Just the stillness of now,
balanced on two feet
that barely weighs.
There’s no lesson here.
Just you.
And me,
not looking away.
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About this Poem
Lolly is a gentle meditation on trust, stillness, and the unexpected ways care can arrive. It captures the quiet bond between human and animal, where no grand meaning is assigned; only a shared moment of presence. With stripped-back language and emotional restraint, the poem honours the simplicity of connection without explanation.
