What Left Us

in the heart of june's noon

a fawn feathered friend

was caught in a gaze,

unmoving it held up

the deep set dark eyes

penetrating every move.

broken in contact

a dingy tricycle

spotted in the distance

made its way hurriedly,

the rusty tires spooking

the uninvited guest

a storm of feathers awakened,

taking flight as light was fleeting.

our feathered friend,

once a guest,

now a stranger,

left us seeking for more.