Snapshot Of My Garden

by Vince Gullaci   Jan 12, 2018


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 hot rays
to heal him.

P.S. My little mate the blackbird is alive and well frollicking in the leaves.

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