Where do birds dig their graves,
brown and black ...
and blue?
They crawl at the end of their time
into nothingness
that we will never know...
They respect each others private
last minute
with God...
before the final accession.
They turn their heads
the other way
when loved ones die.
Then turn them again
to bestow all the love of the skies
and flight...
in parting.
