A Birds Life Poem by Crushed Bone

A feather, a feather.
From a dieing bird.
It floats through the sky,
As the bird falls and dies.

It hits the ground.
Blood all around.
It's covered with ants,
Other than plants.

Baby birds chirping.
3 baby birds are hungry.
One starts to flap its wings...
It falls off the tree.
Down it goes.
'SPLAT'! To the ground.

Second baby bird was chirping.
Chirping so loud,
It attracted a hawk.
The hawk fly's, and fly's down.
It's claws opened...
Later, the second baby bird vanish,
From the tree.

The third baby bird,
Alone, alone, so alone bird.
Dies of starvation.