Braced for Stronger Winds


etching of two birds

Three weeks ago,

a little bird clung perilously to the uppermost twig

of an enormous tree

outside my small ordinary window,

a tiny black etching against the neutral sky,

bracing continually against the bitter winter gale,

but he didn’t waver.

He only flew away

after the gusts had given up trying

to knock him off.

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