Canary

Yellowish smears on golden tufts,
Tiny wings flutter faster.
Curving up to the cosmos;
Its heavenly master.

Blissful beak chirps repeated,
Echoing around bouncing cliffs,
Sharp and piercing but joyful,
Higher the mood lifts.

Feathers tear across the blue,
Smudging a scar in the atmosphere
Like a minute shooting star
Absent of fear.

Stars within its bloated belly
Swell to bursting like a water balloon,
Fizzing all over the frazzled body
With resounding tune.