Sunday, 24 March 2013

Amuse-bouche: One Week and One Day - RIP

Sadly, the little fella didn't make it.  I don't know what ailed him but after a day of joyful fluttering  splashing in the puddles, and sunning himself, he died during the night.

I'm glad I stopped for a while on that last day and just watched him.  For a short time, life asserted itself boldly.

A Bird Came Down

A bird came down the walk:
He did not know I saw;
He bit an angle-worm in halves
And ate the fellow, raw.

And then he drank a dew
From a convenient grass,
And then hopped sidewise to the wall
To let a beetle pass.

He glanced with rapid eyes
That hurried all abroad,--
They looked like frightened beads, I thought;
He stirred his velvet head

Like one in danger; cautious,
I offered him a crumb,
And he unrolled his feathers
And rowed him softer home

Than oars divide the ocean,
Too silver for a seam,
Or butterflies, off banks of noon,
Leap, splashless, as they swim.


DL NELSON said...

I am sorry he didn't make it, but at least he lived his last days in safety.

Elizabeth said...

I love that the little bird got an Emily Dickinson eulogy. That's perfect.

Jen said...

oh dang, I was looking forward to another report, of a different sort....

fly free sweet bird!

Sheila Cook said...

What a wonderful, moving blog. Poor little guy - you gave him a little love and compassion. Good work, my friend. Sx

Melissa Miller said...