Red Bird Alert
By Claudia Ricci
Peace went flying
from the house
the red bird
came crashing through the window.
I think it happened last week.
All was clear sailing and then.
Clear shards tinkled like wind chimes
and came clattering together in a heap on the rug.
I was asleep when it happened,
I snapped awake
and fled from my bed, barefoot, in my nightgown,
terrified by the explosion.
I still see the bird lying there,
as a single red feather
and went zigzagging toward the floor.
At first, I dared not touch
for I have heard that birds sometimes
visit in mysterious ways bringing
I dared to look
in the bird’s eye.
It filled me with pity.
I lifted the bird gently into my hand.
It weighed less than one…
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