Found by the patio window
small shivering feather bundle:
Those that brought you so low
languidly laying around disinterested;
puzzled by your living stillness
Sitting in my hand so trusting.
A located box lined with tissue
an eye-bath of water,
drops taken from my finger,
feather-warmth skin perceptible.
tilted-head seeing beyond.
knowing, what I would find.
A pulse ceased in the night.
less one delicate strand.
A perfect stillness.