A DEATH OBSERVEDYou flew into the window,
—I heard the thud—
and fell onto the path outside.
I looked and saw:
neck down and wings outstretched,
like a plane crash-landed.
I knew it wasn't good,
I saw you blink an eye;
no darting glance
to search the sky for predators.
It blinked again and closed.
You died, observed, with dignity.
From The Rectory Dog, a book of poems by Patrick Semple
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