'After reading our daughter's poem'
'the tiniest bird fell from above them, where it belonged, to land below them, where it did not.'
A poem by Shea Tuttle
Yesterday our children, playing
in a tree, watched as the tiniest bird
fell from above them,
where it belonged,
to land below them,
where it did not.
The dog, animal and eager,
stepped on the bird, then
lowered his head. Our daughter
screamed, hauled him back,
then cupped her trembling hands
around the trembling bird,
Its one wing stretched and bent.
Our son ran inside, obedient
to our daughter's instructions.
I was in the shower, useless.
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After reading our daughter’s poem - Image Journal
Yesterday our children, playing / in a tree, watched as the tiniest bird / fell from above them, / where it belonged, / to land below them, / where it did not.
