Beneath a dormant tree, in brown, eggshell crisp leaves, a child found a white branch with a red blossom.
The branch bent in the middle, and the child, to hold it together, presented it to her mother with both hands.
Her mother said, “Put that down.”
“Why?” she asked.
“Because,” she said, “that is unfleshed bone, and a bloody foot, dropped from a crow’s nest.”