Ode to a Blackbird
It was a cold rainy night
In the musty barn
I saw you fall from the wooden beam
In your last second flying free
Bang!
You dropped
The swish of hay
He grabbed you from the loft
And tossed you on the floor
Forgotten
I noticed your elegance
Your shine
Black-speckled coat
Your sharp eye still open
Of the four of us
I saw you had a soul
I’m sorry I didn’t save you
I was too disgusted with death
to hold you
the way your soft body looked
limp with sadness as it lay cold
The boys with guns did not care to look
Instead one of them kicked you
I heard your last squeak escape
as he threw you in with the
mud and pigs
and walked away
Photo: This photo was taken at Blueberry Lake in Warren Vermont, in the same town that I wrote this poem- when my cousins shot a blackbird.
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