It was, as I have said, a fine autumnal day; the sky was clear and serene, and nature wore that rich and golden livery which we always associate with the idea of abundance. The forests had put on their sober brown and yellow, while some trees of the tenderer kind had been nipped by the frosts into brilliant dyes of orange, purple, and scarlet.... As Ichabod jogged slowly on his way, his eye... ranged with delight over the treasures of jolly autumn. ~Washington Irving, "The Legend of Sleepy Hollow"

Saturday, April 11, 2009

A small bird found dead

I found you lying on my workbench
dead.... in desperate, peaceful stillness.
Then asked who listens.., why is this?
And,in my heart,no answer came.

I found you lying on my workbench
dead..... with wings in flight and open eyes.
I lifted you up, so cold, so stiff...
buried you and said a prayer.

I found you lying on my workbench
dead.... a lovely, brown and feathered bird
and once again I wondered, with regret,
If life is all we know and yet.....

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6 comments:

Reddirt Woman said...

To know that you treated this bird so specially, to be carried with tender hands...

So very kind, despite the wrenching find, to follow what your heart commands...

To hold this one unto your breast, then tenderly put it to rest,
Sending it home, no more to roam, but singing it's song to the very Best.

Thank you for treating all so special.

Helen

Karen Deborah said...

You are a sweet woman. I know how you feel yesterday we were driving and a bird crashed into our windshield I'm sure it was killed. It was so weird. Birds don't ordinarily have trouble navigating. It made me feel sad too. Thoughtful of you to bury it.

Madeline's Album said...

You are a very caring person, Connie. Wishing you and yours a Blessed Easter. Madeline

Terry Busse said...

Thanks for sharing the story. It's so interesting that it was dead with its wings in flight and it's eyes open.
Hmmm... the mysteries

Roslyn Atwood said...

I think it flew home to it's maker, no sparrow falls that the Creator does not know.

susanc said...

Poor little bird. I know it's part of life, but it still is sad. Last year I found two little Lesser Goldfinches dead in my yard within days of each other. I carefully picked them up and buried them. It was so amazing to hold them; they were literally "light as a feather". That is such an unusual pose though - almost as if it just dropped from the sky mid-flight. At least it landed in a good spot - that you would find it and treat it so tenderly.

Hope you had a good Easter and a nice time with your mom, sister and son.