Color in another watery day
Or whoever it is to thank them
But then I spied you gleaming
At the edge of an empty flower-pot
Clearly in distress
And carried you away dying
Out behind the hibiscus
Where the cat won’t get you
And placed you on the grassy ground
And watched you scurrying after me
I came back in a second but you were gone
I looked everywhere for you
How is it possible
Unless you flew
Your body dead
But your wings
Still new
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