When I die and leave your side

I’m going to fly like a sparrow

up into the pussy willow tree in the backyard.

I’m going the cruise the skies

like a hawk looking for a meal below.

I’ll fly into the city and glide between the office towers,

barking at the two-leggers in their glass kennels.

I’ll ride the wind back to our neighborhood

and hover like a hummingbird

outside our bedroom window as you sleep,

and if I’m feeling mischievous, I’ll paw at the glass

and yowl, “I love you.”