Hanging off the topmost tip
of the thin, swaying branch,
flapping and fluttering its ruddy brown wing
on the tender breeze,
enticing this fledgling from the nest.
It remains there an age, transfixed,
caught between fear and faith
until suddenly its gone,
flying free for a few fun-filled moments
until a soft landing amongst its decaying siblings.
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