On Turning 72

A Golden Crested Sparrow
Stunned itself this morning
After hitting into our
Living room window, 
Landing on the
Balcony floor.

There it sat, still,
Alive but 
Disorientated. 
Did it have a future?

I checked on it
Every few minutes.
After a bit, 
It had turned itself.
Hope.

Then it began to hop
Around the balcony. 
More hope.

Eventually, it jumped onto the bottom rung
Of the railing,
Turning its head
This way and that while leaving us a dropping,

Waiting until
The right moment
Before flying off
For another day.

Like me, it was
Wounded, occasionally stunned,
But not yet
Down for the count.					
							Andrea DiLorenzo - Nov. 7, 2023