Tattered, tossed, and torn,
snatched by storm.
Delicate, dusted wings denuded.
Plumed antennae plucked.
The furred body floundered —
a slim slip of moon
cast down beneath
the ragged lash
of rain.
–C.Birde
Loss — A Poem
2 Comments
Love the sound quality here. (Poor fellow!)
Thank you, Tess. I found a sheltered spot for the little creature. 🙂