Death Of A Bird Poem by Billy Loving
Death Of A Bird
Gasping for breath
Awaiting death
Chest heaving up and down
As it lies upon the ground
Flying his last flight
Surroundings fading from sight
Wings spread out
Of the inevitable, no doubt
An open mouth gapes
From the world he escapes
Pupils begin to dilate
No longer does it await
Not feeling bereft
From this scene of death
Letting out it's final sigh
One day, I watched a bird die
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4/25/2024 2:02:44 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Flying his last flight is so sad really. Very interesting sharing done here. Wise poem shared.