no longer fluttering
tucked away in its mouth
one tiny feather
We never know what we might see on our walks. Here was a red-bellied woodpecker, lying still, not moving at all, on the pavement by our feet. It looked so peaceful. Carefully, Dan lifted and held the bird in his hands, its body light as air, still slightly warm. Though its body was no longer alive it seemed that its spirit was lingering. We laid it down on soft ground under a tree and covered it over with leaves. I thanked it for being here on this earth and wished it well in its journey on to the other side.
