Melancholy, still as stone evening

I’m sitting on a bench wondering how to get the little bird to eat
I played her “blackbird” by Paul McCartney as I used tweezers to try and feed her egg and mealworms. She opened her beak but nothing seemed to stay in. I hope she makes it through another night, dear little blackbird.

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