A faint but sweet chirping raised me from
Dreams of him hiding in the bushes
Blood was pumping in my ears when I heard it
An injured swallow twittered out an SOS
On my windowsill
It’s injured wing clung to its white breast
Which vibrated with panic or hope
The sweet thing looked right into my eyes
I gently lifted it to my ear
It had a strong beat
So I nursed her back to health
And with each day we spent together I learned
Its chirping tongue
A twitter for attention sounded very different
To a call for food
One day its injured wing spread out proudly
And with one last chirp
She said goodbye
And since that solemn and sunny day
I do not dream of him at all
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