On the death of a Sparrow

Stray bird

Sparrowing in

And joyfully interrupting

The mundane In me

Bits of crumbs

Left for you

Devoured by crows

Never got to you

Chirping rapidly

Little bird

Always precarious

But never at my mercy

Your beady eyes

Black rainbow

Staring

And then shying away

Always in rhythm
Little darer in wings

Never afraid

Never hesitant

Today 

Under the large

Windows of light

Lay a small soft spot of shadow

You, my unknown flutterer

Dead

On the first day of winter

Ushering in the cold

On the cool
Drenched with the marble
Your eyes sans pain
Your rhythm lay bare

So much like me
Quiet
And yet
Creaming stories inside

My stray little friend

I didn’t know you

But I loved you

And I weep for you