From her nest atop the church
A black bird peered down at me
Then swooped down suddenly
On me like a missile
Hammered headlong into my car
With a force enough to break her dead
A trail of feathers lofted slow from her nest
So I prayed what for
The northern wind picked up
For a moment I thought God took my call
Wind whipped leaves from October maples
Through my driver-side window and hit my face.
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