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Heaven and Nature
Don Russ
Cats do catch birds, but this
is a bluebird not happy not being its own
blue-feathered bit of sky.
You try to right the universe. God
at your own kitchen door, you command:
let that go, you little devil!—let it go!
Slack-jawed at your rebuke,
his flat resentful eyes up-cast, Cat chirps,
and to your surprise all fallenness
repairs itself and—lo!—transfigured
flutters up in light.
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