Come To This Like a Child
Swinging watch of a hypnotist
Look into my eyes
You’re falling into a deep deep sleep
Forget who you are
In a red tie
I duck out my work backdoor
Stop
Stare
To a baby robin
Sways upside down back and forth
Suspended before my face
In the breeze of a luscious June afternoon
Chirps madly for rescue by its mother
Leg strung to its nest
By a wiry line meant for fishing
First flight
Plenty of blame to this tragedy
I guess you could even tsk tsk the mother
Who thread her nest with grass, twigs and hair
But also plastic and string
Scrapped to our parking lot below
I cut the fledgling down with scissors
Takes two hands
To hold its ruffled orange and brown body
He cries
His mother screeches from a perch near by
This leg is broke and nearly sawed in two
I snip the wound line from the worn slice of its leg
Creature flops
Its wings won’t extend
What to do
A shadow joins me and says over my shoulder
“Ah, nature.”
And walks away
But I stay
Remain in trance
Quietly weep with the choir
For the Earth we have re-birthed from Saturn and fire.
Copyright © Robert Trezise Jr. | Year Posted 2023
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