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Another bird dies today
Because of our house among the trees
The house among the trees with glass windows
The glass windows that let in the clear blue sky on a cold day
The blue sky that gets reflected so clearly to the little bird
The little dull brown bird with yellow wings and an orange spot on her head
The little brown bird that lay hidden in the fallen leaves when I went out to look for her
After I had heard the bump and seen something fall.

I held the fallen body
Lifeless and limp
In the bowl of my palms
And deeply, deeply, apologized
Before closing the blinds on that window.