by Estelle Bruno
He fell at my feet
I was talking to a group of people
I presumed his wing was hurt as
he kept hopping around my feet
even as I walked to the rear yard he followed me.
I found a carton, but as I attempted
to lay it over him, he suddenly
jumped up onto the fence.
He sat up there gazing at me for a few moments.
What was he trying to tell me?
suddenly he flew away