……..it happens

Sunday, August 28th, 2016

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.

Morning sounded,
less one delicate strand.

A perfect stillness.


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