I follow the trail of feathers,
black, glistening
and there she is, the magpie
flopping among the leaves
struggling with a broken wing
Ah, I think, it’s you,
you who’ve invaded my
songbird nest
your belly full of sweet eggs
she buries her head beneath a wing
you can’t hide, you ravenous thing
I angle away
let the predators have her, I think
as the leaves rustle with
the frantic beating of her heart
It’s her beating heart that
pulls at mine
In one fell swoop
I scoop her up, cradling her
in my palms even while she
stabs my skin with her beak
Calm now, I coo to her, calm now
her dark eye blinks
she settles, nestles in
all creatures, great and small, I recall
All right, God, you have your reasons
they are not mine to question
she sleeps in my palms
as if she’s home and safe
and so she is.