This is where we found him The bird on fire Wings ablaze among the leaves Flying between the daylight and the dawn of another day This is where he lay down to die Where he folded his wings in the dark And said “enough” This is where we let him lie alone Undisturbed and growing cold Wisps of smoke and steam rising from his wings Like unanswered question marks Circling and dancing Disappearing in the shadows We stood silent Afraid... Read more