George Fillingham
Photo: Sister72
“ . . . y en un abrir los ojos nos morimos.”*
Octavio Paz
I have raised robins, many thought abandoned. Many were.
I have raised them from what looked to be
A bundle of pin feathers and quills with bright wide beaks,
Or some naked but for hinted wings, bulged eyes.
All were hungry. I would buy bait [...]
