Kingbird Don’t Care

One day, Fr. Gerard had a moment with a bird. It was a sunlit morning when he saw a kestrel hover magnificently in the wind as a knight rides a horse. And being Hopkins, he wrote a poem about it: I caught this morning morning’s minion, king-     dom of daylight’s dauphin, dapple-dawn-drawn Falcon, in his riding … More Kingbird Don’t Care