his hard Italian face
softened
when I cried
blue
calm water
a moment
before it went back to rolling
again
when I held the body
of the starling bird I found
on the street
I was trying to save
it fell
from its tree
I wrapped
herin my sweater
she seemed happy
soft sights
and chirps
soft like sad happy
country music
at night In her shoebox
cuddling in tissues
to keep warm at night
I held her
as she fell
asleep
her eyes closed
I kept asking
what happened
I fell
and you finally got to catch me
she wouldn't chirp anymore
when I woke up
I held her neck up
gently with my hand
pleading
my heart
a cork screw
twisting
and pulling
we buried her
together in the backyard
even the wind
blew gentle
your blue eyes soft
when you saw
mine crumble
happy to see
a softer side of me
you always said I was prettier When I cried
you asked me
why do animals
die in my arm’s
maybe it’s because
I hurt
with them
~Sarah Mahina Calvello~
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