While working last week, my friend and I heard a thump
on the plate glass picture window of the shop…
I had a sickening feeling in my stomach
because I’ve heard such thumps
I sighed as I went to the door and looked out.
A small bird lay, stunned, below on the sidewalk.
Rushing over, I stooped and gathered her up in my hand.
She was a tiny, immature female Cardinal.
My very favorite bird- more admired and revered even above an Eagle.
They often appear to me and remind me of loved ones who are gone.
I took the tiny creature inside. Her neck wobbled too freely.
My friend held her as
I reached for a small box to set her in.
In my heart
I wanted her to just be stunned. My brain
Her feathers were as soft as kitten fur.
Before I could turn back
her spirit slipped away.
photo from Pintrest of immature female Cardinal