poem written based upon this image--an online poetry class assignment
the baby blackbird sits bewildered in a teacup trimmed with gold, soft roses gathered around its small, shaken body. a silver spoon lies in the leaves, as if some trembling kindness wandered through and let a frightened scrap of sky drop into porcelain~ a moment so slight, the world almost forgot how fragile mercy can be.
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