Kamikaze
Bump!
Lifting the form gently,
it looks okay.
Setting it down carefully,
stroking its head.
It spreads its wings,
begins to thrash.
Only laying still
after a weak cry.
Touching it tentatively
with finger a-quiver,
stupidly questioning,
"Are you okay?"
A first sight of sightless death.
Poor blackbird.
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