the hatchling

i came across a cardinal hatchling today…a small, sad figure, unmoving and still

it had fallen from a nest built high in an oak, and no matter how hard the parents tried, there was no help at hand

they came alongside their offspring, sheltered, encouraged…but he was just not able. he couldn’t walk or fly, he couldn’t control his movements as he rolled further down the pasture hill

he couldn’t see them, as his eyes had not yet unclosed, but he could sense their presence, and was comforted

they stayed with him, until long after all hope had been lost, then alone, together, they moved to a nearby branch and mourned

eventually they returned to the nest to care for the others, or perhaps to begin again

there is still time to begin again

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