February 20, 2005 @ 6:30 pm | Filed under: Poetry
In honor of The Great Backyard Bird Count, which ends today, one of my favorite poems:
Halting in his flight
On limb too slight
Feels it give way beneath him,
Knowing he hath wings.
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