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Dead Little Bird

8/17/2015

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Like a dead little bird, alone on the ground
No open window, no entrance was found
The light in his eye slowly burns out
No riding the wind-no flying about

The rude awakening of glass that was there
Transparent the wall itself to lay bare
So inviting the room seemed so inside
So fatal the secret the room had to hide

The bird now is helpless to flee from its plight
Enemies circle and wait for the night
Once free and alone on the wing of its flight
The sad little bird is a sad little sight

Beware little one as you flutter about
Of things transparent...that leave little doubt
Much better the wing on the wind to be found
Than a dead little bird...alone on the ground

David Kettler

Notes: One morning we were startled by a loud bang on our window. After looking outside,
we saw a beautiful Red breasted Robin lying on the patio while taking its last few breaths. We
were very sad and almost bemoaned our crystal clean windows that faked the poor thing out!
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