Chloe

Her name was Chloe;

The name we gave her;

Crumpled on our doorstep;

She was just a bird;

But a bird of beauty;

Of feathers like the others;

Her sisters and her brothers;

And her father and her mother;

Just birds;

But birds of consequence;

They peck the trees don't they?

They get the bugs don't they?

They just plain decorate don't they?

So why did she have to die?

Tell me please.

How most of us die with ease:

But Chloe had to linger:

For Forty-Eight Hours linger:

And then mercy intervened:

And she died between our visits:

In spite of all our hopes:

And as it should have been on impact.

If there were a god he would

Have taken care of Chloe

On impact.

But he didn't.

Or was he even there?

Or is he even?