Do not mourn for me, while I have passed through this portal ,
My feathers are still bright, stark against the cold white lintels.
Remember my life not my passing.
I am Turdidae or Thrush to you, not a pest but an explorer
Bringer of life, ornithochory, the planter of seeds.
Your fruits, flowers, I delivered them across oceans.
Watched such inchoate wonders, soared, free from gravities.