Dead Bird

Hello there, dead bird.
No soul, feathers or body.

You sit silently and do not tweet, twitter or hark.

You are false, you don't exist.
You're a figment of my own imagination, and you puzzle me as to how you exist.

You don't sit on your perch either; nor the one in my mind.
You do not play with your swing set nor bell,
No merry din will ever be heard.

You are now lost, but were never found. You flew away before you were
captured, before you were mine, my brothers, or my siblings.

You are fake, false. You are dead.

Dead Bird.