a little scrap of grace
a Finch with no feet
landing in the tree
just outside my window
a windblown leaf
above a branch aflutter
hovering then settling
with outstretched wings
balanced now on twig legs
slowly she surveys me
over her shoulder
with a backward glance
then with slow satisfaction
as if nothing now could shake her
gently she turns and drops
to the ground to feed…
Lucy Meskill
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