A Red Breast Passes

Not possible
To know the point
at which Blue Possible was
no longer.

Blue Possible
nested in the grass
Reckless mother robin
I thought
to be walking around
like that
No proper time
set aside
to give birth.

Growing up
means understanding that a
Possible predator
stole it
dropped it

Growing up
mother is justified
Save that egg
Pluck it
Out of shady showered grass
embroidered shed patch
old pigeon coup

Brother and I
adopted Blue Possible
Tucked her under our iron woodstove
No idea nor measure for sufficient heat
but steady watched
waiting for a kettle whistle
No steam
No beak
It quailed
collapsed