It soared, a perfect speck
of dust in the pure carpet of sky blue.
Yellow like the sunday
it shone with sheer brilliance.
Another stray ray of gold
lost in the oblivion
of the sky, of thoughts, of dreams.
It zoomed upwards
until it was gone.
And it was all abandoned
but it still cried for its mistress
in panorama of the Pacific Blue.
She disappeared, and so had the canary.