She sits on the snowy walk
stopped in action
Her wings spread behind her
feet curled under her chest
Black beads of eyes focussed inward
or somewhere far away
As if stopping to think
As if she could take off
Fly away any moment
Yet she is frozen and stiff
No movement, no breath
I lift her gently
her head still held up
Perhaps she hit the window, I think
and hope her passage was peaceful
Radha
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