Baby mourning dove.
Fell from the tree.
Bamboozled from hitting mad made glass.
We make eye contact.
No wonder, friend. 💜 Have you seen the nests the parents build?
Tiny wings stuck in the ca...
the part that got me is him checking the robin's nest first. he had to look inside the wrong home once before he'd believe the song. that's the poem. was he still on the branch when you came back out, or had the song already taken him?