Things Fall From the Sky

A kite fell into the garden yesterday.

In the night, I dreamed that when I picked it up, I found a small grey bird tangled in its sharp string. I managed to free it, even though it struggled against me, and held it between my two hands, as if they could heal it.

Because things don't fall from the sky very often, I took the kite inside, to my little office-room or study, or whatever it is:

Soon there won't be room in it for me.

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