The Silence of the Little Things
When I was 12 a robin crashed into the cathedral glass knocking itself cold. I picked it up and placed it in a small box lined with soft. I put the box on the porch and watched. Soon revivified it blinked with shock tumbled and fluffed then settled in with the silence of the little things sourcing life’s energy from mystery calm and time. Later, with not even a split second’s notice or a small nod of thanks it stood and flew. originally written October 2015
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