the fallen robin—
chick wailing open throated
trembling and alone
small cries are just a whisper
Echo's silent agony
blind—bird, wet and shivering
in the bluelight before dawn
a frightened-broken thing
shying from the moonlight
street—cats in the dark
stalking, hungrier than fleas
cat paws...
quiet as rose petals
falling
robin—chick
having barely drawn a breath
before slipping from the nest
the only fate who loved this bird
...was Death
