Still

Not crow, eyes calculating
my speed, the distance, his time

not blackbird or thrush
in a startled trajectory of flight

not pigeon, undecided which way
that way, this or where to go

nor seagull, taking careful note
of make and registration, for later;

this scrap of feathers, beak
and eye orphaned on the road

makes no impression on my wings
nor would I feel the impact

only the stillness of his heartbeat
during quiet moments of the day.