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Not Averse
They found him, petrified,
Frozen in flight on tarmac soar
No scar or battle wound,
Just resting, feet cresting
The concrete wave.
Days stretch out, like a wingspan
And feathers form the funeral parade.
A sparrow snatched from flight
With wheeling thump.
Icarus, spread-eagled in the cycling lane.
With borrowed wings a hedgehog
Sprawls upon the pavement,
Bristles forced to comic angles.
A pigeon’s slow, ungainly steps
To cross the road (no joke in that)
Catch at only half way there.
Feathers blacken and unpeel
With the mourning of the wheels.