I’m sorry

You fell from the roof onto the concrete at my feet
And into my life

You were so beautiful
The color that leaves would be if they were perfect
A miracle of nature, of course

But your wing was bent and you barely moved
And it hurt to know that you hurt
You would die a slow painful lonely death
If I left you there

I couldn’t move you without hurting you more
And I almost cried
You were so beautiful

So you became a green smear
Staining the concrete under my feet

I’m sorry