Rain scatters across widows.
Bump - the sound.. strange.
lazy afternoon, get up and look -

A little bird huddles in the corner outside.
Run out and lift little warm body in hand.

Stare down at envelope of fingers holding precious
bird and feel the breathing and fast heart beat..

Connect sublime in a way that, is an instant feeling of sorrow.
Little bird shudders in my hand, softens and lay lifeless.

Natures connect - is the loudest word and feeling.