Our cat rolls onto its back in freshly cut grass.

A bluejay screeches, swoops down, flaps

and flaps at his swatting paws. Above them,

nestlings squawk. On the ground, an egg

fallen or tossed—unhatched—from the nest

inert, and yet, no signs of cracks. Hopeful

my hand will not ruffle the jay, I lift

the egg to its nest—new life or prey.