Lain amongst the wildflowers and trees,
Lady Spring in full bloom,
a body of black, white and oil-slick shimmer.

Eyes closed, broken legged and head curved back, arched to be swallowed by the great blue above.

Sweet little magpie, bathed in a pool of gold, with the wind whispering lullabies;

In a world that does not know you,
I mourn your loss.


© Amelia Tuson