Heard a concussion above me
And turning in my seat I
Saw a blackbird roll down the
Conservatory roof jerking and
The wing caught under the
Body was impeding its fall.
It came down irregular and
Quickly and hit the gutter and
Fell extended in mock flight,
And its neck broke as it met
The concrete paving. I sat
And finished my cereal and I
Drank a glass of orange juice
And went out to look where it
Had come down. It was limp
And the eyes hollow and wind
And the dusk teased feathers
From its open neck and I saw
It was this year's young, dead.
I lifted its body and loose head
From the ground and carried it
Still warm and in spasm over
The ditch out back and I laid
It among nettles and dry weed
And blackberry and I left it out
There in a dimming atmosphere.