A Caprice

As I walked along a path in the wake of a rain storm there laid a bird. I instantly assume this unfledged robin was dead. As I stood before this bird I could see that my assumption was wrong. As I held the bird ever so slightly in my hand it raised its, still sightless, eyes towards me to which it opened its voiceless beak to my presences. The bird’s life was so briefly in my hands, but I was in such a hurry …




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