A Thought Died... Poem by Rince Wind

A thought twitched like a little sparrow
and died earless last night.
It had lived in the cervices of few early mornings,
soft and warm, between half-shut eyes,
and had even flourished a little
on a nondescript sunday afternoon.
No one can say how it happened.
But speculations are that time must have fallen
in that empty space and shattered to pieces.
The thick glass jar which held a mixture of memories,
seashells and wishes was also found chipped and ruptured..
Though no one heard the last little flutter it might have made,
but some say that it was between the pieces of time
and the broken jar where the thought was found lying
a piece of time stuck halfway into the neck.

No one yet has taken any responsibility... no one yet has come to own it...