Sunday, March 24, 2019

An ill-considered risk (Day 795)

In a frenzy of beating wings, they arrive, 
alight on an outstretched finger, wary, 
ready to rise again, to seek better shelter 
from the storm than this scattered mind, 
this voice, rough from shouting into the wind. 
With feigned indifference, I unlock my doors 
and open every window, to show I understand, 
to allow for their safe flight, should they 
decide this was an ill-considered risk.

(c) 2019, by Hannah Six
Image: MaxPixel

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