The Bird

[punkrawker]

The Bird

 

I watched a bird die today.

It was lying in our yard

So small and helpess,

Quivering gently.

And there was absolutely nothing

I could do.

A cat must have got it

Or some larger bird,

Tearing at its head

And then leaving it lying there

On its little side,

Dying.

As I watched helplessly

It quivered once more,

Convulsively,

And then stopped.

And I knew that it was gone.

Out of its pain

For ever.

I watched a bird die today

And I knew exactly how it felt…