For the Birds

Jelly the Alleycat must’ve killed that old gray Junco.

No blood (but that’s her style), just feathers from the initial surprise.

I let myself be baffled until L. found the skeleton behind the garage.


dirge for a fallen junco

sparrows and finches
search the grass
salvaging soft

sifting slate pinions
for snowy down
which laid aground
through a mild winter

the feathers
morphing one-by-one
into wild violets