in the Great Universe Scheme
the
poor baby bird
was
almost a nothing
i rescued off him off the cat anyway
there
was
red - insides showing outside
in the quiet at the end of the garden
i
did
him
the
best as i could - mortal sweat breaking on ME
HIS nerve twitching
was
a
horroshow
sorry little bird . . .
now
i
burnt my fish supper too
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