I paused and Quietly cried
It just laid there broken and grey
Energy and stasis bound to collide
Little bird, little bird
No mom there to mend
Your chirps no longer heard
I weep as you ascend
Here, your spirited wings no longer soar
Your essence remains grounded forever more.
Tick tock, we are all knocking on that door
The looming trees
psychologistmimi 
Such a shame that death takes some of Earth’s most prestigious creatures in the world.
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There is something about roadkill that is so deeply sad although I guess it’s the way of the land. I spotted a run over rabbit on a rural road this week and it seemed such a waste. Strong poem!
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This is actually pretty good for such a short poem 🙂
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Nicely done for such a short piece.
I’m reminded of a time when my mother came across a bird, little more than a baby, which had crashed into our window. The poor creature had lost its way in flight somehow and was already taking its last breaths when she called us over. She was very upset and asked us to help her bury it, which we did.
A sad little sight, but I like to think we gave it some peace; better than rolling it up in a napkin and tossing it in the trash.
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Of all flights taken, enjoyed and brave
more valued than more time to have
Of none to mourn, all mourners gone
but his seeds surely were passed on
Of lives lived short, but wild as buck
no animal resents his luck
Of cycles closed with violence
close still with dignified silence
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how lovely
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