1How it mourns so sadly,
its slowly closing eyes,
the opening beak raising back
then up one more time to its god
such trusting love, as its broken wings,
like a run over cricket’s legs, in death
trembling, cease as baby bird dreams
of flight and fat bees, thin, thin,
and smoke-like flee
to its tender god who loved
its titanic heart,2
it, the only, whose side God was on.3
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12 old applause
