Songbird

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 gray Stephen (Stoic)