If you were there that morning,
you would have witnessed
a certain kind of miracle
you would have seen me
rocking bare feet and pajamas
crawling beneath the bushes
you’d have caught me in all my glory
wrestling with that cat
prying open its clenched jaws
you would have cried out
to see that limp bird cupped in my hands
while a chorus of sparrows sang halleluia
you’d have felt the minutes pass like hours
as the bird lay motionless and cold
and that cat slowly slunk away
and then, you’d have seen it
from the corner of your eye
a twitch, a flutter, and a flap
my miracle bird spread its wings
and took off for the sky
(Day 5: 1 subject 30 ways #secondpersonpoem)
KateMcCarrollMoore 
I love your writing so much. This gave me good shivers. xx
Thank you so much for making this writing challenge possible, Amy!