I remember how you looked
in that sugar-dusted Christmas tree,
your blue wings shining between
white and green.
I remember how you flew
beneath the stone sky,
your delicate body
a contrast with stormy gray.
I remember how I woke that morning
and blood spattered the snow,
how my black cat stalked away
with a glint in his eye
and your feathers on his chin.
I remember how that night
the cat curled up on my lap
in a ball
of seeming sinlessness,
how my fingers stroked his silk head,
and he touched his cold nose to my palm.
Though I love him,
he is built to kill.
Your absence
in trees and beneath sky
is the brutal proof.
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2010 Finalist
Heidi M. Ziegra, age 13
Boothbay Harbor, Maine
Center for Teaching and Learning
(Edgecomb)
Teacher: Nancie Atwell

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