a Bird died today.
It flattened against a cloud and left a dotted path down
with its black feathers.
I swear it almost melted in the core of the earth.
It covered the yellow lines on the road like black paint.
Splattered spread and stuck.
Should have been a seagull to land in the sea foam
Nature doesn’t like dark where the light shines it dims.
Now it lies on the road on its back.
and the world is back to normal.