by Rea-Silvia Costin
Thursday, February 19, 2009
Rated "PG" by the Author.
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The little bird quit fighting
And quietly stood still in my cupped hands
Waiting its fate
I could feel its little heart trembling
In my hands
It was the strangest thing:
The bird lost its way into my home
And entered through the chimney
I found it beating its wings at the window
Scared, straggling toward light,
Toward freedom, toward life
Carefully I picked it up
And opening the window,
I let it fly, wondering at the width of its wings
Could not help but thinking of me
And my cupped life
Inside that house
Looking from the window out
Scared of what life could mean
Outside that closed window, outside that closed door.
Was it an omen?
Was it a good omen?
Rea- Silvia Costin, P.E.
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|Reviewed by Karen Palumbo
|Oh how adoringly beautiful and what a gorgeous tiny bird, so amazing...
Be always safe,
|Reviewed by Mary Lacey, Desertrat
The little bird seemed so free, and I guess it's natural to wonder if we are. Love the poem and the picture.
|Reviewed by Mr. Ed
|I recently found a bird in my home, as well. And I, too, was able to release him. And I think any visit from our earthly neighbors is a good omen.|