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Day: September 23, 2020

A Wing and a Prayer

That’s a shame, to say the least -
An ending to the little beast;
A feathered friend out on the wing,
A bird whose voice no more to sing.

I watched approaching, as he flew
Toward the window, had no clue;
That he’d be stopped, abrupt and swift
To see his soul then set adrift.

How I waved and shouted, “Stop!”
Before he’d do his belly flop;
Before his limbs would all retract
From the glass that he’d impact.

Now in flight with angels flies
No earthly bounds, no earthly ties;
He’ll be missed by all he knew,
And other birds with which he flew.
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