A Piece of the Miracle
A Piece of the Miracle
I could barely breath for seeing
the light on glass splintering
what I knew of her. A bird on
the wing, cracked glass.
She lay on the ground in the garden,
beak gasping for last breath, small
tiny breaths; an ending to a poem.
And the dog being held back as
he reached for the small feathered thing,
unaware that we watched a piece of
the miracle overlaying our world.
© Judith Vaughn 1/22/21
Copyright © Judith Vaughn | Year Posted 2021
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