You must've seen a dead bird before.
A pile of feathers lying on the ground.
Its wings once cut through still air,
It once saw our world from far above.
It once flew weightless and free,
It once perched itself high on a branch.
But when it ends...
To return to dust when death darkly calls.
That experience, how humbling it must be.
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Maybe it got rolled over by a bicycle.. like that frog..
"God loved the birds, he invented trees. Man loved the birds, he invented cages."
I can't remember where i read that from. But whatever life it had before.. to go that high up above everything else that's going on down here.. it was probably worth the crash.
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