On the Te Awamutu road
It was a dark bird, silvery
in flight, coming quick
and awkwardly – low too, as though
already maimed; but that is useless
now to think of since without
apparent impact, no thud nor
of the wheels, I killed it.
I saw a turning tuft like black
and silver petals in the wind
and thought for something like a mile
that I should stop – and then
forgot. So it lies
without reproach, without defence
among the larger carelessnesses
left about my life.