Songbird

Fragile songbird cradled in my hands
Lifted from the roadside barely alive
The car that caught you unaware
Close to the woods in which you thrived

Wrapped in feathers, pale indigo and green
Splashed in warm red between my fingers
Sad eyes meeting mine with pleading cry
Her memory of spring cherry blossom lingers

Fading beat in rising feathered breast
A teardrop on my cheek falls away
With the gentlest sigh you depart
Leaving the world just a little more grey

Stoic Poetry

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