Eyes glassy frozen midflight

Eyes glassy, frozen mid-flight,

a songbird caught in noonday light.

Feathers pressed behind a pane,

a stillness sharp enough to pain.

I study longer than I should,

trace the edge where life once stood.

No breath behind the polished glass,

just silence stretched, a muted mass.

A frozen rustle never made,

a promise kept in shadowed glade.

This captive calm feels like a lie,

a death paused where the feathers lie.

Something died to hold this space,

a story held without a face.

The quiet shouts what can’t be told,

a hush too heavy to withhold.