Sympathy
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.
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