Swift flies on the wind
Into my window
Falls stunned to the ground
Lies there, upside down,
Gently pick it up
Stroke its head with care,
Iridescent, black,
Spark of life slowly
Returns, this bird’s back.
It opens its eyes,
Stares straight into mine.
I open my hand
Hold the swift. up high,
It flys in the air,
Soars up to the sky
I smile as I watch
Freedom fly away,
It’s a perfect way
To start a new day.

Harry Rogers, In The Red Bedroom, 3rd January 2021.