You that heavily sits in somber
Wondering what it was that Life should put you here
Perhaps just a smudge of black by the Artist
Who hastily concealed your mark with thick pallets of red and gold

I saw you hanging from my last thread
I wondered whether it fate that would play this game
Those hardened eyes bore holes through me
And out poured all the pink & sticky parts
That you caught it in a jar

Cover with a lid.  You watched the fight for air
Bursting up Buzzing, hastily colliding against glass walls
Then Flickering, fluttering, til’ downwards, swaying
It finally died.

You on my last thread, I would never think of such an end
Sudden lightness topples my perch
And fly I would above the darkness
Once I cut you, free.