Pyrrhuloxia

Pyrrhuloxia in oblivious flight. It doesn't know, the impending cold. 
Starving calico in a parking lot. Blinded by cataracts. Curls into a cinder block. 
Thrill-seeking rich kids on a pleasure cruise. They incinerate the old man's barn and toss the ashes. 
Every cemetery ravaged by hurricanes. Headstones become the home of a fang-tooth fish. 
I walk through the refuse alley. The area is up and coming. Limitless brands of dereliction. The meadow was a sanctuary, until they quarantined and charged admission. Retrieve my bloody head from the wicker basket where it lays. Place it upon a pike, till I'm carbon, brittle specks in the wind. Pleasant dissipation.