The Songbird (7/24/2014)

The songbird fluttered
in and out
back and forth
and I kept reaching
and despairing
as it moved
first nearer
and then farther away
fingers reaching
fingertips touching
the soft feathers
but they slipped away
hand still outstretched
ears straining to hear
its song fading in and out
tantalizing, tormenting.
So when it flew away
and disappeared from sight
I mourned the loss
of its beauty and song
but was relieved
that I could stop reaching.

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