Color – Haiku (a cop out)

I wrote three haiku
about the seasons colors
the bird flew away

Trying once again
now with snow and death's shadow
the bird fell down dead

So I turned away
my life remains black and white
the bird never lived.

When I glanced backward
as though there might be something
and saw a wing twitch

Those light brown feathers
rose up from the dark brown earth
wishing for blue sky.