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Broken

A chipping sparrow

Struck my window, breaking its

Wee neck, and my heart.

Skat @2024

Update:

I had carefully placed the sparrow in a branch of the Christmas tree I have on my deck. Its head appeared to be leaning to the right. I left it there in a sheltered spot to die peacefully. I watched and it was very still. I planned on picking it up later to lay it down underneath the cedars at the bottom of my garden.

Wonder of wonders! Thirty minutes had passed and my husband called out to me, it’s gone! He had seen it drop down from the tree and fly away. My heart is unbroken.