He lays silently in the snow
Tiny heart pounding, feathers rumpled,
eyes blinking, waiting for his head to clear.
My existence here, here in my space with its clear reflecting glass sometimes brings pain and suffering to the very creatures I want to help.
But he who lays silently in the snow doesn’t judge me.
He is innocent and unaware of the glass that stunned him.
So I give him space, wait a while and when next I look, my heart cheers to find him gone.
Flown away, back to his world of blue sky and white snow.
His glass-less world of silence and cold.
A world that I, despite my so-called intelligence and desire to help,
Could never recreate.