The Wren

The Wren

by Austin Veldman


It has been three weeks

since I found the wren on the bathroom floor

dying. I scooped him up in a paper towel

and pondered my options. He twitched, and

there were none. His lidded eyes watched me.

My hands wrapped around him, gave him warmth,

and when I had to leave, placed him in the boughs

of my father’s young redwood. It has been three weeks.

I can’t stop wondering if he thought I was God

come to take him beyond, thinking in his little mind

I knew it.



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