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...