Fragile feathers sway the high wire
Burnt wings strewn on a violent swirl
Plaintive chirp intones a dirge
Trilling against the hectoring din
Flapping frantic homeward wings
Dodging flak from the sooty haze
I should have cared a bit more
For morn to find him on my window sill
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