The Quiet Circle Volume 1 Issue 1 | Page 30

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The Sparrow Nest
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HE egg-fat sparrow squats in the gutter-end under my eave . Brown and dirty beige , soft chirping and stoic .
The gutter ’ s held nests for fourteen years and sparrows live but five . A granddaughter stares back , wondering why my hatchlings never returned to brood .
I refuse to yank the nests or tack on mesh despite communion wafer guano . We ’ re in residence , the egg-fat bird and I .
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