Monday, March 17, 2008


Fragile feathers sway the high wire
Burnt wings strewn on a violent swirl

Plaintive chirp intones a dirge
Trilling against the hectoring din

Flapping frantic homeward wings
Dodging flak of the sooty haze

I should have cared a bit, a lot
For morn to find him on my window sill

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