The dead bird waits …

I stand, in the street,

Looking down, near my feet,

And there I see,

A cold little eye looking up at me

The dead bird waits …

So still is its mind,

Little body, frozen, cold,

Breaths have seized,

Rigor mortise taken hold

The dead bird waits …

Last moments,

I can see,

Charging at another bird

That lives within the glass

The dead bird waits …

Frozen in time,

Beak still open from the last breath,

Feathers moving in the wind,

As if it were still alive

The dead bird waits …

I contemplate death,

How sudden,

Yet beautiful,

The moment of death, the last moment on earth

The dead bird waits …

Forever immortalized,

That moment before pain,

That rare moment of realization,

Before it all ends

The dead bird waits …

Lying at my feet,

A life no more,

Coming into realization,

That this death could be mine

… The dead bird waits … for me … …