She preens her feathers,
Oiling choruses to greet
The sun. Inside, her trembling song
Stops. A
snap
Of
bones
and a dash
Of red graffiti
Decorate the
side
walk.
The cat
am bles
away, bore
d.
The bluebird
basks
(Blue
no lon
ger)
In the fuz
zy
gold lacing
Her lac
era
ted
body.
