Birb

Member since 2004 · Posted 23 Apr 2020 · 2 comments

I held a dying bird today. He started at me dazedly, wondering why he yet stayed within his tiny feathers, behind his narrow beak. He wondered who was I that dared to handle him. But, most of all, he wondered at the window.

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[8] nentwined 23-Apr-20/3:00 PM Reply

Poignant. I think I've been that bird.

[n/a] Dovina 23-Apr-20/3:22 PM Reply

How do you know what he was wondering?
He wondered at the window--that's reasonable
I often wonder at the window