wild innosence falls dead at my feet,
still vivid and warm from morning flight.
one more heave of feathered breast,
while eyes turn silent and beak relax.
one moment soaring, the next in my hand,
life cut short by my barriers.
what other lifes have tired to enter
and lost their vitalities trying?

the smallest, prettiest bird flew thump into my window this morning. fatanstic green downy feathers. i heard the sound and saw hims body fall 10 feet before me. holding tigger back, i eased the bird into my hand, not able to think of leaving it there, for cats or dogs to toss or bite. it's amazing how sad it made me to see/hear it happen. i wondered why it chose my window, what am i keeping out of my life? what little deaths have i witnessed lately? what difference can i make? why should something so beautiful die?