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\nThere was no trembling of heart
\nor wing. She simply accepted<\/p>\n
\nin the second floor corner behind
\na redwood’s shade.<\/p>\n
\nthin twig, leaf stem,
\none after another.
\nMetal rattled
\nthe frantic weaver’s pace.<\/p>\n
\na blue bird and stole
\nmouthfuls of feathers.<\/p>\n
\nthe eggs dropped
\nbetween a royal bed
\nand her own delicate blanket.<\/p>\n
\namong their open mouths.
\nWhen the nest became too small,
\nshe waited on a branch
\nwith bits of grasshopper.<\/p>\n
\nblended into bark.
\nShe did not chirp, Stay.
\nNot even a Farewell!<\/p>\n
\nerased by sky.<\/p>\n