Spiraling In
I buried you today,
a fluff of earthly feathers
dipped in ebony
bronze
and gold.
He left you
on my road
innocent
already broken
Just a tiny bird
peeping pitifully
in fear and pain
cocooned in
deep distress.
I scooped you up
held you against
my heart
Instantly Still
I felt you knew…
Wild Mothering
kicked in
create a loving
space for
life or death
Above all
Be Present
for whatever
is ahead…
I dug a grave
where you were born
nestled under pines
fragrant roots
cradled what
was left
your bones are
made of light
Offering prayers
to Her
Our Bird Goddess*
I bowed my head
Ancient and Wise
She who Sees
She who holds
Abusers accountable
(as do I)
She watches
over us all
honoring the dead.







