Read Poem: FORGIVENESS, by Vaughn Roste

I smashed a bird once
With a barbaric rock –
Tiny little thing, just
Fluttering on the ground
With a broken wing.

It would never fly again,
Let alone sing.

I’ll never forget
The look I got
As Schrodinger’s bird
Looked me dead in the eye –

He was afraid of me,
More likely what I represented.
Yet grateful…

His eyes never left mine.
His image’s still imprinted there.

I had no malice to the bird,
And wished it could have been different.
Did we both regret…?

It was all over quick.

He didn’t ask why.
I think he understood.

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