The Bird Poem by Bean FFF

Blood and fire
Growing higher
Falling over the tall trees

The sound of gunshot
The silence of soldiers who fought
And never returned to see

No one knows it
They can't see it
The bird bravely flying overhead

The sound of fighting
Down below each night
And day the bird keeps flying o'er the dead

The end; there's still no sign
Soldiers march in line
The bird follows them with not so much as a sound

That brave, brave bird
No sound can be heard
Honouring the soldiers buried deep in the ground