a shape shifting savior

I look through the
condensation of the window behind the pipe of my
wood stove where
fire burns what is not for safe keeping.

A bird sits on the winter branch.
Like a wooden idol
worshipped by leaves that
hang on tightly  to their savior before falling away.

I look closer.
The bird does not move.
And I see it is only a shape shifted leaf posing in the image of what is needed.

J. Ann.

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