http://www.grammarghoulpress.com/Mutant750#29Linking to the HOST
I dreamt I touched the mother and her son;
her Pieta so warm that we were one.
Impassioned, knew her thoughts grieved for her child
as empathy pervades my flight, awhile.
That pity lives within her marble breast
drives me to sympathy, profound and cast
cold gloom upon my wing`ed dream. At last,
I flew into such region we could share
there our sorrows,
* (to mark (a bird) with a wing band for identification)