makes
me cling to you.
the
window pane,
feathers
flutter.
Its
neck broken.
Part
of creation lays motionless
on
your patio.
Its
watery crimson blood
taints
the garden.
Shattered
wings now only controlled
by
the wind.
A
birthday gift, parting with a kiss.
Yearning
to be closer to you;
stifled
by this death.
The
horror of reality stares
at
us through the lifeless glass eyes
of
a pigeon.
©Cat Hill
Open link night 84 at dVerse poets
oh heck...what a shock...terrible to see a bird die like this.. i once saw a cat got hit by a car...i was just walking on the sidewalk..not far away...really gave me nightmares...
ReplyDeleteAwww nooooo poor cat! Think I would have nightmares too. I did have a nightmare about this experience though, which is why I wrote a poem to release it from my mind.
Deletedang...intense.....that last stanza in particular....the horror of reality....have watched birds hit the bay window at my parents...not pretty...startling verse tonight..
ReplyDeleteThank you. Really feel sorry for birds who are destroyed by man-made things, seems so unfair...
DeleteMy goodness, this was a real shock. Excellent.
ReplyDeleteThank you! We both wrote a poem involving birds for Mr Linky *smiles
DeleteYikes, the last few lines gave me a chill. Lifeless eyes are terrifying.
ReplyDeleteThey really are... every time I re-read this pome I shudder at the memory...
DeleteDang. Yeah that would shock me too.
ReplyDeleteSeriously think everyone should put something on their windows so birds don't fly into them...
DeleteIt's so sad, I get scared when the birds fly into my window... strong poem.
ReplyDeleteFeeling that sadness, thanks for the comment
DeleteGood stuff, Very well written! I enjoyed it!
ReplyDeleteThank you!
DeleteI've had that in a car, with a duck...!
ReplyDeleteVivid and touching poem... I hate when birds fly into windows like this.
ReplyDeleteCat, you really nailed that image. That line, shattered wings now only controlled by the wind.. excellent. Though it makes me so sad when that happens. It must have been chased by something to hit with such force--poor pigeon and poor you
ReplyDeleteI hate it when this happens. I like the way the second stanza fits in, how a brush with death colors our emotions. Good one!
ReplyDeleteperhaps we need mirrored windows or maybe tat would be worse
ReplyDeleteIt seems we were sharing a muse. I am always so touched by the death of a helpless being and because I live where there is an abundance of birds, it happens too often. Somewhere I have a similar poem about a perfect quail that flew into my kitchen window.
ReplyDeleteThat's so sad... I would hate to see it as regular occurrence, once was enough for me. Think it's very cool that we shared a muse *smiles,
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