Those daily struggles

A small bird–a sparrow of sorts–
stutters slightly as she lifts herself

from the ground
with a chicken bone, fried at the
ends where meat still sticks.
It is too heavy.

The bone drops
and then the bird, alighting
next to the
prize, thinks, of course,
‘what now?’

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