in my garden
a wren lies... dead
it flew with haste
from the lilac tree
and then fell
from mid air to the ground

a little blue black pebble
with soft downed contours
it lies motionless and cooling
as i watch....
half expecting the small beautiful beast to rise
...like lazarus and fly again...

...but no....
              and now i must go
pick up this scrap of god...
before it becomes a plaything for my cat...