Christmas Sparrow

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Christmas Sparrow

Billy Collins

The first thing I heard this morning 
was a rapid flapping sound, soft, insistent —

wings against glass as it turned out 
downstairs when I saw the small bird 
rioting in the frame of a high window, 
trying to hurl itself through 
the enigma of glass into the spacious light.

Then a noise in the throat of the cat 
who was hunkered on the rug 
told me how the bird had gotten inside, 
carried in the cold night 
through the flap of a basement door, 
and later released from the soft grip of teeth. 
On a chair, I trapped its pulsations 
in a shirt and got it to the door, 
so weightless it seemed 
to have vanished into the nest of cloth.

But outside, when I uncupped my hands, it burst into its element, dipping over the dormant garden in a spasm of wingbeats then disappeared…

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