The Singing Honeyeater

The Singing Honeyeater 
fell following the shadow 
of my hand on the wall.

Right wing covering
its breast, it fell
in full song.

In a splash of last rain,
the shadow of my hand
it knew was not sky, it fell.

And,in the speckled evaporation 
of a mute sky, its last notes 
fell forever inside me.