Bird

Bird

There was a dead bird

on the sidewalk,

wilting at my feet. 

Surely he was 

no older than 

a mere ten weeks. 

The next time I passed, 

My brows tightened, aghast.

He had disappeared 

without a trace

only leaving a bloody smear

for my downcast face. 

Times like this,

I wish I was younger. 

Young enough to still believe,

that he had woken up 

from his slumber and

looked up at 

a world full of possibility.