Bird
Early morning:Summer was promising
Another sweltering day.
Living on the third floor,
I had all the windows open
To catch what little breeze there was.
A strange sound
From the cool stairwell
Reached my
Consciousness.
A young blackbird,
fully fledged but still young,
Still brown, had somehow
Got through the louvred window
And was trapped,
Panicking.
I tried to catch him,
But all my efforts were in vain,
He panicked
Even more.
My heart went out to him,
He would injure himself
Or worse,
If he could not be freed
From his prison.
At last,
I fetched a towel
And gently laid it over him.
He stopped struggling immediately.
His fast-beating heart
Fluttered against my palms,
As I went inside
And walked with him
To the open window.
I opened my hands:
He was still for a moment:
Then I felt the strong downbeat
Of his wings
As he flew,
Taking away my breath
My heart
And soul
Into the wide sky.
I watched him fade to a dot
And disappear.
Then I turned away
And looked, wistful,
Around
My earthbound human prison.
Poetry by Marie Cadavieco
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Written on 2023-09-26 at 23:04
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