#598159 added July 23, 2008 at 2:37pm Restrictions: None
Feeding
I refilled the bird feeder
with seed this morning,
thinking of old losses
with dark circles
under their eyes,
but I found solace
in the quivering
leaves of the branch,
forgiving the squirrel
after it leapt
and in the hovering
of the wood thrush
over my head
with a song carved
from her core,
showing no fear
of her own voice.
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