The spirit leaves. Any time, in a moment. Reminded of that fact two days ago. One of our little feathered friends gave up the ghost. It was unexpected, sudden. Baffling. So sad.
It happens like this: something takes over. There is a "leave-taking," the wings spread, it appears as if the little being is preparing to soar, and then the body "drops."
And then, it's over. You are left with the little perfect lifeless body.
No reason is given. You can make up reasons, but they all seem so inadequate and beside the point. One moment life, one moment death.
What lesson? Not sure. Death happens. Spirit leaves. Those that are living need to pay attention to those still living. And remember those who have passed. Every moment is a moment of possibility.
Every moment.