why the bird
flies into the window is hard to know.
his beak
cracks a small
hole
in the pane.
he falls to the ground,
to the soft grass
where he lies unmoving
until awake again.
in the shadows,
other things
with hunger make their
move.
there is good and bad
in everything.
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