Pebble Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

That day, that boy, that sparrow and one pebble off the ground
One, two, three, pebble flew, sparrow fell like a rock
And he ran, the dead bird on its side
Shades of brown, light to dark
Lines of black, head cherry
Boy was sad, very sad
He felt it by his cheek
Breathless bird and the boy
Next to ear raised tried to hear
All in vain and useless no life’s sign
A caress and second, left palm up, right hand’s touch
On third, fourth, his eyes wide of the shock, bird flew, was gone