Henry's Dance

Henry,

You always looked handsome in your blue coat.
Even better when the light brought out the shade of green.

Destiny would describe our first encounter perfectly.
Prior to out meet, you were that unwanted, but eventually appreciated alarm.
Your roof top cries became a welcome one, waking me up before the sunrise.
Your cries heavy with loneliness,
As grateful as I am for the wake up call, I couldn't and still can't help but feel sad for you.

But what I feel most sorry for is your untimely death.
The picture of you bathing in the rain on my father's lawn last summer, still so vivid in my mind.
Pain and anger stemming from the fact that I never got to see your dance.
I bet it would have been a sight.

Your strut so magestic,  I watched you eagerly, longing for your tail to spread.
Flaunting those magnificent feathers, with colours words can't describe, and a gratitude for eyes to appreciate them.

Alas, I'll never appreciate.

Henry's dance.