then we see another baby bird, a little bigger this time.

 hops up lab school steps.

mr. sees this time.

 i think, i should do something, other than making pictures.

i feel helpless and hopeless, like pictures are all i can do.

i hold the baby a minute, wishing calm, wishing my hands could heal, and then i see blood. i let her down. i feel guilty for everything. a moment after i see a hawk fly up to a lamp post. heart flutters like a baby bird with blind eye and broken wing.