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