a chattering
bird
on the sill
looking
in
with a twig
in her
mouth.
somehow
confused
by the seasons,
looking
to build
a nest
with this
chill
in the air.
can you help
a sparrow
out, she
seems to be
saying,
shaking
her grey head
before
flying off
into
the snow
flurries.
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