Wasted Away | Sara Staheli

His shrunken body
Found on the stoop
Of the neighbor's
House.
A nestling
Tripped
And fell.
And, without feathers,
Without mother's protection,
Wasted away.

His shrunken body
I cupped in my hands,
Convinced
I would save him.
Resurrection was a tall order
For a small child.
This long dead nestling
And my limitless faith
Together
Wasted away.