Feather-less flight
plummeted
like a clod of sod.
Found on the ground
'chirping'
with a hungry mouth.
A nest-less baby bird
'Martin'
in the high grass.
Carefully captured
'rescued'
with no hands scent.
Several bird nests were
'above'
which one is it's home?
Carefully calculating
four nests
only one had babies.
"In you go little bird"
'Martin'
then momma come home.
Pecked at the baby bird
'Martin'
killing him, or did I?
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