Sitting in the cul de sac,
when I walked by,
he didn’t move.
Another lap to check,
he was breathing still,
he didn’t move.
I thought about the road,
not the best place,
for a wee bird.
I picked him up,
got him to grasp a branch,
in a nearby pine.
Another loop of the cul de sac,
to check on him again,
still on the limb!
Hoping a parent was nearby,
to come in as I left.
What will this morning say…