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The wind was blowing after summer storm, Dust and leaves piled rough in corner porch, But now the random movement of this debris Moves direct in line, shining like a torch. Glancing gaze turns down to steady stare, And there a broken leaf has eyes, Gaping mouth, still with egg yellow edge, Is wide and filled with frightened cries. As iris, accustomed to feathers Above the normal line of sight, Bewildered, mind dismisses this fluff. But no, a living lonely mite. Look now in wonderment and see, Bunched up small at angle of wall Another trembling, tremulus soul, Flattened wings, hiding from my call. Two such innocents abroad Had rounded my mouth in whistle, And bending, reaching out with hand, Stop still as feathers fiercely turn to thistle. Courage needed not to crush, A firm, but gentle, loving hand, Take up and transport with care This baggage to tree covered land. The parents, quiet, flit about And watch with frantic motion, I rest my hand, extend the bars, Both free, in one explosion. |