i was like a small bird
pecking near a gate
when i went in search of twigs—
a bit of wood for a fire
so after one last meal
my son and i could die...
then a man asked for water—
a bit of bread
now i, a small bird,
found more than twigs
because i too, like ravens, fed him
Published in the June 1, 2014 issue: View Contents
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