rain drops birdy plops splattered on wet ground pretty blue speckled shell no longer vital pushed or fell? first thought to rescue you cotton ***** all warm skidoo too late by far **** not scar no warmth fed could make undead life in nature true but still pretty broken blue sad to see had me blue too for you.
J.C. 24/09/2019
I found a little blue egg, it was beyond saving...sad. If I could post images here I would attach the photo that accompanies this poem...