A Female Blackbird
A female blackbird, frozen bundle of feathers
looks at me, I think what if I were to rescue
her, take her up in my arms and nurse her
I walk forward a dozen or so steps, trouble
would she respond? does she even need me?
the squat concrete apartment building set
her in contrast, she looked compact and cute,
then the scientist in me, thought well Nature's
going to deal with her, I mean my intervention
in her fate, might well upset the Apple Cart
to mix metaphors badly, and I quickened my pace
still thinking, should I the sentimentalist I am
go back, it was not too late, I could feed her
and provide warmth, but what would happen
if she were to die in my care, responsibility
is a big thing for us, sadly I wrote a poem
to give her, all I could do, a short immortality.
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