The hearth cracked, ashes spilling from the fire grate;
and that same day a bird flew inside the house, a starling.
Reaching out to catch it I strained my arm. I was sorry
for us both, and let the bird go in the road, where a cat
caught it and killed it, but left it untorn.
There’s a message for me in these random happenings
my neighbour said, but he also believes in premonitions.
I buried the starling in the yard.
