your feathered carcass lay

Elvis white with yellow quiff

in the gutter where your flightpath

intersected with the road

bitumen black beak and claws


for days your cohort of lairs

hung about the wires strung above


scooped into a bag

and dumped into the bin

on collection night

no viking funeral for you


I held your surprising heft

feathers softer than skin

your natural life span

longer than my own

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