A bruised reed

In darkness
A sudden snap-crack
Blind eyes flash open.
I listen for a thud
In the night
That never comes.
The back yard remains
Silent,
Nothing moves,
Not even atoms of air.

At first light
My eyes search overhead,
Then glimpse
The massive splintered branch
Nestled now,
Cradled by
The sturdy limb below.

8/17/2016