This afternoon while watering I came across this beautiful girl, lying still and lifeless on the pavers. I picked her up and walked into the sun, hoping there was a faint heart beat, the possibility of life.
She's a little yellow hammer, so tiny and soft. For years I wondered what it would be like to hold one, what their feathers felt like. This is not how I wanted to find out, but it was lovely to hold her, to look at her beautiful feathers, eyelids and wings.
Right now she's lying in state in a little box in my art room. It will be cold over night and I couldn't leave her out in the frost.
Tomorrow I will have to dig a little hole, and think of a few words to say, that equal her beauty.
P.S Sorry to have been away so long. My mummy had an aneurysm in her brain that needed surgery, so I've been spending all my time with her.