Sea of Monsters

This morning I found a pretty songbird with a broken wing struggling in the middle of 34th street between Belmont and Hawthorne. Hit by a car, I suppose. I stopped, scooped it up, placed it in a soft spot beneath a tree, and concealed it with hydrangea foliage. It’s a hard thing to see such a delicate, beautiful creature struggling like that. Birds are the closest thing we have to angels.