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.