Someone is holding us
after we hit the window
and fear that we will
never fly again.
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| Rose-breasted Grosbeak |
When I heard the "thunk" against the glass,
I ran out and
combed through the thick garden foliage.
There he was, stunned.
I hate it when that happens...
I carefully picked him up, but
when I set him on the lawn he didn't respond.
I held him gently, loosely for a while,
asking for a miracle
until he finally, suddenly
pushed off and flew away into the tree tops.
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| Photo by jnc |
What gorgeous birds...
Oh, that we had wings to fly...
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