I watched a baby bluebird hatch the night of a poetry reading two weeks ago, and the trio has flown, except for one egg that never hatched. Joy and grief in the same nest. Life is like that. Laughter and tears, joy and despair.
empty nest that tiny bluebird I watched hatch two weeks ago has taken to skies one little sibling requiem in eggshell blue heavenly flight of its own
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