it happens
from time to time, a mystery
small bird in the house
junco wild-flight hurl at glass door
falling stunned; sparrow
parked on pantry, peering
black-eyed over the molding
how it spent a night in the mixing bowl
how I caught it in the curtain, heart beating
flutter in my closed hand
how the dog whined and pointed
how the cat had grown bored long since
the gift already given
Love this! ❤ I rescued a little hummingbird from inside last year. Such a fragile, fierce little being.
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Thank you. It was a feeling of awe, or thrill…or something…to have that touch on wildness. And as you say, both fragile and fierce.
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Perfect
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Thank you
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All of it a conspiracy to keep you on your toes.
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Ha! And it works, too.
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Most all I ever get in the house is bats.
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We’ve had that too! Though not in this house.
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Delicate yet powerful lines in this poem, Jennifer. Much like the bird you tenderly rescued.
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Soooooo sweet
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