the dead bird

write a happy
poem,
please,
she pleads
tilting her head,
and attempting
to bat her
lashes,
just one, for
me. one that isn't
full of grief
and sorrow,
one that i can
hold in my hands
like a small
bird that hasn't
been hit by
an arrow.
write a fun
poem. please,
for me.
just one.