Bookmark from my friend

It was a bird born in the sleepy afternoon
Purple paper sturdily folded
Into a fierce spear.
Living on an ancient sharp spear
Creases on the sides like battle scars.
Standing confidently on its small feet
Its beady eyes alert like a tiger eyeing for prey.
Swish swoosh slash
It is a weapon that can stab any spine of any beast to mark its territory,
A compass that guides my troubled eyes to the right destination
To other people it may seem
An invisible extinction like your own shadow.
To me, it is a token
A spirit that is a part of my old friend
It is an album that shows all the memories of my friend and I.
She might have parted into a different road
But this small bird will forever be with me.