Hear the decaying bird,
Hear it wallow.
Hear it praise the lord, it’s author
That is, oh, so shallow.
...
Dash out and mumble.
Contemplate existence, a toast,
The coffee marvel.
Stumble and walk out,
...
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Hear the decaying bird,
Hear it wallow.
Hear it praise the lord, it’s author
That is, oh, so shallow.
Not a single false note, not a care in
The little bird’s world.
“I am, indeed, dying, ” the little one
Takes its last breath. “I don’t see
What’s so strange about going there.”