For the Ovenbird
For the little brown bird
That no longer walks slowly
Head bobbing
Over the forest floor.
For the loud, clear song
That no longer sounds
Through the forest.
For eggs
That will never hatch.
And for chicks
That will never fledge.
For the little flame
Of energy and life
That took the perilous journey
From Costa Rica to its breeding grounds,
Only to be extinguished
By a window pane.
