fallen bird

A Poem by drea

Mornings last note-

leaden trill

back broke

a songbirds last stand.

Impersonal closed toes

a glance but nothing more

sunlight memorial

on the sidewalk crack.

An end

in a beginning

energy damn at dawn

decomposition,

frenzied encore to mortality song.

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Added on August 17, 2011
Last Updated on August 17, 2011

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