When the copper hummingbird hit the window
There was a tiny thump: The tragedy
Of velocity, bestowing such Force,
The glass unseen, the tiny bones breaking
As he flew towards a sky where there was none.
So majestic in death, so shining in the sun,
A peer comes to witness such a thing
As a still hummingbird in the broad day,
Laying in the palm of a human hand,
Neither mate nor threat now---a mystery.