Tender shadows of twin butterflies
on the window a mourning dove bends
to sip from the bird bath looks around
when I cough can’t see me flies off

the mystery of the two headless birds
I found yesterday one in the backyard
one in front a sparrow and a mocking
bird still bleeding still unsolved

the names blur the eyes forget
there’s a stumbling of the light
into the wall I hear the body fall

a crashing through leaves from
where I sit it looks like me
a forest dying through fog is all.