~ A BIRD ON A STRING~
william pauley III
A bird was hanging by a string
in my front door this morning.
It was still alive,
but weak from struggle.
It hung there, still—
wings outstretched,
as if already dead.
I cut it loose and it flew away.
Hours earlier I was writing about devils
and it got me wondering
if the two
were connected.
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