Serene Yet Sad
Serene yet sad
Placidly laid
Not a leaf was stirring that day
Unbroken neck
Unruffled feathers
Eyes pious and gray
A perfect head
And perfect form
A beauty to be beheld
A blue bird of some sort
Strayed on my front porch
lying dead.
A peaceful end
To the journey unknown
With such grace
I wish it not different
For you and I
Or anyone else.
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- Nature