Dead bird

Found a dead bird in my garden, lying sleeping there for me.

Eyes closed so tightly, feathers neatly, beautifully folded.

The most precious gift.

dead bird

And death shall have no dominion.
No more may gulls cry at their ears
Or waves break loud on the seashores;
Where blew a flower may a flower no more
Lift its head to the blows of the rain;
Though they be mad and dead as nails,
Heads of the characters hammer through daisies;
Break in the sun till the sun breaks down,
And death shall have no dominion.

Dylan Thomas