“…to every thing there is a season”

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

before.

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

knew better.

Her feathers were as soft as kitten fur.

Before I could turn back

her spirit slipped away.

Her season

so soon

was over.

©Nancilynn Saylor

photo from Pintrest of immature female Cardinal

Image result for tiny dead female cardinal

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Author: Nancilynn

Poetess, memoir writing, essays about life; these are the things I write about. I also love to cook, so you'll likely find a recipe or two in this blog. I am passionate about Nature and family, so from time to time I will share pictures-with or without poetry.

2 thoughts on ““…to every thing there is a season””

    1. Oh Jazz it truly took my breath away as hers left. My friend had just lost her husband a month earlier and our emotions were raw. This moment lifted us even in our sorrow.

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