i have come to believe
that life does not cease
but instead changes its expression
and so
your song now sung
not as that joyous, feathered body
splashing in cool water
but as fruit laden branches
swaying in the summer wind
and as i continue to care for
those once shining, inquisitive eyes
and satin feathers
they become
ruby fruits
and gloss-green leaves
and at harvest time your body feeds mine
becomes mine
and is forever
a part of the light and the life of this place
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