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Little Bird

by Ethel Mortenson Davis

for Rocco Tripodi who worked with children in theater

Little bird
came near
my window.
Ruffled feathers
couldn’t keep
his eyes from closing.

I found him later,
just a wisp
of a body.

Only yesterday
he was bright-eyed
with slicked-back feathers.

The townspeople said
he taught
their children
how to fly.


Filed under Ethel Mortenson Davis, Poetry