Slowly Through Glass
Published in: The Lost Sparrow, Spring, 2017
Standing at the kitchen window, looking into the yard, I was enthralled by a bird which seemed intent on dismantling my tiny garden. Its beak, claw and body were a blur, and I couldn’t recall having seen such frenzied activity as it catapulted itself forward in a succession of tiny leaps, using the force of its fall – the stab of a beak, the scratch of a foot – to excavate such quantities of soil that it seemed only a matter of time before the plants would be uprooted and the bird swallowed whole…
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