Fragility …

I held that small,

broken,

feathered life

cradled in my palm.

How fragile were

its fluttered wings

that brushed death

light as air.

With what sorrow

did I recognise

that imperceptible

last breath.

Songbird,

you had flown

into darkness

unaware.

But I have placed you

tenderly

beneath this;

your rowan tree … .

About atomsofstars

Reticent .. but I hope my poetry speaks for me .. Favourite quotation .. ' Uttering a word is like striking a note on the keyboard of the imagination.' Ludwig Wittgenstein
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