Red-Winged Blackbird

Red-Winged Blackbird

From a distance

I thought it was a toy—

a glossy black

hard plastic

action figure

still holding tight to its bright red

secret weapon.

 

I could imagine the

crestfallen child

in the backseat of a minivan

having accidentally misjudged his grip

or the invisible strength of air—

the caped good guy down,

the villain still clutched in his hand.

 

To my surprise

it was a red-winged blackbird—

unarmed and fragile,

who may have been driven into traffic

as it fled a red-tailed hawk

or maybe it saw something

strange, similar to itself

dangling from tiny fingers—

and in a moment of brave curiosity

dove, and was lost

and would not be mourned

or missed

by anyone.

 

 

 

DeMaris Gaunt

10-14-11

 

 

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