Snapshot of My Garden
The wild blackbird
had a huge wound
where feathers should be
on his back
was his attacker
a once friendly beak
a bat
or maybe even a cat
the little bird
lay on his chest
splayed out
open to the sun's rays
to heal him.
P.S. My little mate is alive and well frollicking in the leaves.
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