A Birds Life Poem by Crushed Bone

A Birds Life



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.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Nurain Ali-balogun 17 September 2012

That's tragic. But just the blatant reality. Brilliantly written Kitty.

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