Sparrow

Out the window, there was a sparrow
optimistic to the point of desperation
as it gripped the too-slender branch
bouncing and swaying
a russet and black blur in
the 9 a.m. sun
but it was determined, not shaken.

Had I not been on the floor
I never would have seen it.
Such is often the way with miracles.

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