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It was winter when we first met
But you didn't know it . . .
It was a strange day,
the day of the solar eclipse
Otherwise I might have
missed your arrival:
(It so happened
I was watching the sky
When a gap in the angry clouds appeared
The last thing I expected
to plummet through
was you . . .
But there you were,
so tiny and pale
against the chilly winter
long pink feathers trailing
like messages of smoke . . .
You fell silently
without a sound
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An Obstetrician's Bedtime Story. Ann Intern Med. 1989;111:693. doi: 10.7326/0003-4819-111-8-693
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Published: Ann Intern Med. 1989;111(8):693.
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