I have no idea how it survived the drop

The plump little feathered fledgling

Sitting on my porch.

It woke up this morning

In the small nest nestled in the eaves.

Now it sits blinking in the sun.

Suddenly flapping its wings furiously

Trying to catch the breeze

That ruffles its feathers

And lift off.

But only manages to hover a foot and

Lands again.

I hear the parents in a nearby tree

Their sharp chirps ring through

The air.

All at once I am completely

Invested.

I stare out the window and will it

To take its first flight.