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Bruce Ross

WAITING

TOO MANY BIRDS fail to see the transparent glass. On this frigid day I hold the stunned female purple finch in my hands to warm her and then surround her with a paper towel hut, watching her catch up with herself as does her mate on a high branch. When I look back a little later she is gone, only to sit comfortably on the feeder the next few days.

a little tuft
stuck to the window
winter sunlight

reprinted from: Frogpond, XXVIII: 2 (2005)

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