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.