It feels sad to leave the trees alone;

it doubts, hesitates, studies the footprints

in the soil; the sky is perforated by birds and

leaves. Perhaps it would be better if it didn’t

stir its right wing. It tries. The stone that fell on

stones didn’t break. However it wasn’t a stone.

It stirs its other wing. It estimates the distance

from high up and perches quietly on the rock.