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Birb (Free verse) by Aetius
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.

Up the ladder: Whore of Babylon
Down the ladder: precipitation

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Arithmetic Mean: 7.5
Weighted score: 5.1185646
Overall Rank: 5923
Posted: April 23, 2020 2:46 PM PDT; Last modified: April 23, 2020 2:46 PM PDT
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[8] nentwined @ 127.0.0.1 | 23-Apr-20/3:00 PM | Reply
Poignant. I think I've been that bird.
[7] Dovina @ 127.0.0.1 | 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
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