Enemies of Innocence
I held a dying thing once before;
I cradled a panting hummingbird
From the garden above my youth
Where our family cats would prowl
And bring us gifts in benediction.
I flitted before my altar,
Praying to save her life;
Even forced a flower
On her outstretched tongue,
That I choked her final song.
As rapid as her wings once flapped,
Her heart betrayed her panic—
Then the wind's sister stilled—
As in my hand, her eyes went damp.
Stared blankly back at me.
Such Innocence, eclipsed by death.
Her humming wings
Sang in my dreams that night,
That her life was turned in,
By a cat, and his human,
For eternity, returned.
I can still hear her singing to me—
Flap, flap, flapping wings.
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