He sat alone. No one was buying. So beautiful, his blue breast - the red circles on his cheek. A sad clown.
I put him in my hand. He did not struggle. My baby napped, I slipped away - only to arrive at this revelation.
With what intelligence or force had you found your head beneath the grate? Twisting it all the while…
In a calm acceptance I worked you free. Standing in the sunlight. Neck limp to one side.
4 days ago I had welcomed you home, because you seemed a kindred spirit.