A wren springs
from his seeded seat
on to the branchlet,
which wobbles
from his slight weight.
A wren flutters
his tiny panicked wings,
plummeting to the floor
in stuttering glide
before flying away.
It strikes me how even
the most fragile birds
make errors of judgement.
It strikes me how only humans
let pride prevent us from moving on.
We are the ones who forgot how to fly away.
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