They were separated for awhile, and now gladly find each other! The mouse stink that inspired cleaning vigor last week, makes the shoulders sag this week… As hard as it is to believe, each dot on every branch holds the promise of magnificence!
The sun goes round.
One day, the rusty body waits. And another day. And another. Until weeks and weeks pass, and it joins the ruinous company of clutter.  And somehow, the wings find him. Even more miraculous — not one, but two clips find the fingers to render him whole. He joins ranks with vital, growing things.