Death

A magician is called to the bedside.

He opens his coat, its lining revealed

shiny like a young minnow.

Snaps it around the waiting soul,

then unfurls it up to the sky.

The murmuration happens.

A round of applause crackles as you lift into the light.

There are black and fragile wings, no bodies,

beating for altitude.

The entire sky shivers with joy.