Tuesday, March 3, 2009

oh birdie .

startled and pale
among
fallen leaves;
tattered wings
with
feathers strewn
across
branches.

feet planted,
desires drawn
hope,
as a color
slowly softens.

little legs bruised
by
cold dirt,
which broke
your descent.

flushed from the fall,
you gently
take a step;
forward,
as you
must.

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