That November day
a robin heading south
struck the window
flying at the tree in the glass
upon the leafy deck.
When I went out to bear its body
to the woods
I found it on its feet
a statue heedless of my presence.
The robin stood there still for hours
waiting for the healing powers,
waiting for its life to find return.
When the sun was high
I found it gone
through the trees
toward the greater light.
November 9, 2016