Through broken windows she does see a crimson Cardinal taking it's last breaths
Gripping to the snow drenched branch, heavy chested
Its small body weighing more than a ton now when before light enough to fly
She matches breaths with the Cardinal as it pulls death in and pushes out life
Head bundled in its chest, pressing forward knowing it's to be its last moment
The last chance to sing
The last chance to peer at the sun
The last chance to fly
From the branch it leaps to the window sill, laying gently against the window
She presses her palm against the broken glass and with that
The last breath is taken from them