The bird and the window


It saw
Trees outside
Flew so fast
Into glass

Banged head
Is it dead?
Only stunned
I said

Its heart was far too big for
The walls where it was penned
It had to try to window fly
Though trying meant the end

I picked it up and held it
Warm inside my hand
Walked outside where it had tried
To go, and

Waited
Cricket song
Rustling trees
Sound of bees
Sun warm
Shadow edge
Butterfly
Kissed the hedge
Sunny day
Shook its wing
Looked at me
Flew away