There it lies
Prostrate
Upon the ground
Broken
Its frail neck
Shattered
By misguided flight
There it lies
Fluttering
Clinging to life
Vainly
Arching and raking
Sorrowfully
Doomed, after all
There it lies
Fading
Slowing until, finally
Numbing
One racking spasm
Ceases...
The life of a dying bird













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"Lie--an abomination before the Lord and an ever present help in time of trouble"
--Mark Twain
*Cries* TT_TT
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