THE TUFTED WREN
I saw the tufted wren hanging from a string - it
was truly very sad. Our human ways had somehow
caught a bird by our own mistake : making things,
and then letting them go. Our moment of a happy
balloon, someone's glee, had passed, but not the
string - which had caught in a tree and dangled;
from which the poor bird died, entangled.
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