That damn bird, crazy as fuck
striking the living room window
again and again with the force
of a semi truck. It only happens early fall
with the sun slanting away from summer,
the light just right on the glass
to form a mirror where our fearless bird,
a red breasted robin, puffs out his chest
and flies from his perch in white aspen
to attack an imagined threat
until his neck finally snaps.
Fear itself is not the only thing
we have to fear in this world;
we should also fear these misjudged
reflections of ourselves we seek to destroy.

© Scott Dewing