The sweet and gentle air of May
lifted me from sleep
to greet a wide and open
bluebird sky
raising my heart
from embers that lay dying.
Bouyancy of spirit,
lightness of heart
opened the door
to discover
a dead female goldfinch
lying on the welcome mat
belly up with feet to the sky.
In that moment
of a winged heart,
to greet
a winged creature dead...
I grapple for the meaning with my head.
But in my heart,
my questions rest,
I breathe,
awake
to morning blessed
knowing that a tiny piece of me
has passed
and today,
on my doormat
dies
that girl who burned herself with lies
crashed into her own reflection
killed by kindness and dedication.
May she rest in peace
beneath the lilacs,
find release.
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