Her First Funeral
She was running around on Beckler Ave
Just another ordinary Saturday of her six-year-old life.
She saw a lifeless body in the middle of the dead-end street.
A dead bird… a blue jay
She knew the bird had already passed
But wanted to put the bird in a safe place.
The funeral procession started at Beckler Ave and ended in her backyard.
Gingerly holding the bird, she gazed upon the creature.
"Bluey" she whispered.
She worked silently and
Dug a small grave and
Built a makeshift cross.
The bird was buried and with the final pat of the dirt she knew
Bluey would forever remain in peace
In the grave that she created
On that ordinary Saturday.
Great stuff Cammie! I've enjoyed reading your work. Keep writing!
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