Poemdog

Dogs 2017

MOCKINGBIRD DOWN
(5/12/17)

there's
a fluttering
pile
of gray

white

black

in the
street

movement
caused
by the breeze

the bird
is quite
dead

apparently
by blunt force
trauma
of a car
grille

still warm

still limp

but no
sign
of blood

as if
it were napping
on the concrete

I grab
the tail feathers

carry
the beautiful corpse
to the side
of the house

deposit it
in the trash
cart

noticing
the neighbor's cat
watching
my funereal
activity

tail twitching
in frustration

unable
to torment
its formerly
incessant
tormentor